My birthday passed quietly, although for most of it I lay covered in a blanket in my chair following my morning dose of DXT. Many wives would never tolerate having a Great X in their home, and many people have commented how unusual it is for Ann to host the Great X. But Ann is a very unusual woman, and the Great X behaved with dignity and compassion. She was a hospice nurse once, and his not forgotten the role, though she did apologise after blurting out, "of course, this cancer can't be cured - only held at bay."
Mary-Anne and the girls brought a basket of wonderful gifts for my birthday:
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| A basket of birthday gifts |
- Balloons to help the celebration go with a bang
- Bubble gum to remind me to stick with it
- Tea bags for when I need a cuppa
- Elastic bands to keep me flexible
- A lollipop for when life sucks
- Paper clips to help hold things together
- A yo-yo for life's ups and downs
- A magnifying glass for when I lose my glasses
- A pen for when it's too rude to go on the blog
- An eraser for when it should be rubbed off the blog
- A ball of string to tie it all together when things fall apart
- A name tag in case I forget who I am
- A pair of scissors for when I need to cut people's heads off (in joke! see finding-zillian)
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