Well this was due on Tuesday the 18th March but the week before I picked up a nasty chest infection, so come the day my blood count was too low so they postponed it for 1 week. This then is my treat for the 25th March.
The chest infection was evil and I just could not stop coughing. Like a fool I put off a trip to the doctor’s thinking I would be better the next day but it just never happened. Eventually though I did go and he put me on a week’s course of antibiotics and now as I write this, while my cough is still there it is nothing like as fierce as it was and I feel so much better. It was important that I went as without treatment it could have become pneumonia and then things would be serious.
Anyway, it has meant that I was able to work all last week and with a further week without chemo I got so much stronger. It meant that we have been able to have a really fun weekend.
It began on Friday night with a meal in Cheltenham for one of the girl’s in The Internal Sales Team at work. It was in fact Sarah’s leaving do as she has decided that it is time for her to try something new. A shame in truth as she is a popular and hard working member of the team. We all wish her well with her future career. Lady Peanut was working a late shift so joined me just after half eight and just in time for pudding! This meant she arrived stone cold sober to a table full of loud girls who had to be honest had a little bit to drink! Lady P found it amusing in a, “Didn’t we have fun on our visit to the zoo” kind of a way! She could see the camaraderie that we all share and this helped to make it a really fun night, though I am sure it all got more out of control after we bailed out a little after ten! I’m sure I will catch up on the gossip on Monday morning in work!
Saturday saw us up bright and early to meet Carl and Amelia (Fandango and The Elf) for breakfast at the Tate Modern at ten. All was well till 20 miles shy of London, when our run flat warning light came on and we had to cruise in at 50 mph max. then the car park we had headed for proved to be shut, which was frustrating and the upshot after some fast phone work from the Elf to locate us an alternative car park was that we got sat down at 10.30 for a lovely egg and bacon baguette breakfast with coffee and juice.
Breakfast done we explored the Tate. Both Peanut and myself went with an open mind hoping to be impressed, but in truth we came away with little to inspire us. The exception to that for me was a photographic display by William Eggleston of photographs taken in and around his home town of Memphis and I have expanded on this on our sister website PhotoBeast.
There were several works on display by Picasso, which if I am honest did nothing for me whatsover. I am a simple soul and failing to see the skill in the paintwork, then the message in the painting is lost on me. By contrast Dali who is a favourite of The Elf’s and who had several of his works also on display at The Tate, is an artist I am better able to appreciate. I can identify a skill and quality in his painting and as a consequence both myself and Peanut are better able to appreciate his work even if it is not totally to our taste.
A painting on sackcloth depicting a scene from Vietnam caught all our eyes and we liked it very much. On the left is depicted the military might of the USA with a tank and soldiers and machine guns all in military green camouflage attire and all the weapons pointed to the Vietnamese shown on the right looking forlorn and despairing. A distinct gap on the canvas separates the two factions and provokes further thought. Yes, this image struck a chord with all of us.
Another piece on display was by Manray, a former lover and friend of Lee Miller a model and accomplished photographer whom I admire and have mentioned before on PhotoBeast here. Apparently the connotations of violence and desire inherent in this work – Iron and Nails – has led this piece to be regarded as a quintessential Surrealist Object. The hot iron did not evoke any burning desire within me nor did it provoke any sense of admiration for the piece, but that is just me, I don’t always get the point.
The Tate was done and while not “blown away” by the art that I saw, nonetheless I was satisfied by seeing some of the work of William Eccleston, which I definitely admired and I appreciated for his place in the history of Photography as the man who got colour accepted in the world of fine art photography.
After the Tate we walked to The Borough Market where The Elf had booked lunch for the four of us at Rabot 1745 a Hotel Chocolat restaurant. This was a lovely lunch. All the starters, mains and desserts contain chocolate but it always compliments the meal, never dominating it. I had a lovely Lamb shank with mashed potato with a chocolate gravy on it. It doesn’t sound good, but as I have said the chocolate was quite superb and my main tasted as delicious as it looked.
Lady P and The Elf had a mushroom risotto, which they both enjoyed while Fandango loved his rabbit and bacon dish.
After lunch we had a quick walk around the Borough market before it was time for us to part as we headed to Ashtead in Surrey to meet my cousin Lorraine, who we were having dinner with in the evening along with my cousin Andrew and my Auntie Enid and Uncle Jim.
We arrived at Lorraine’s a little after 5 and were revived with tea and freshly made delicious apple cake. We all enjoyed an Indian meal in Ashtead in the evening. The next day we were up early heading for Brooklands for a MINI meet. However, when we got there and found the car park empty and no MINIs in sight we realised we had got the day wrong as the MINI meet which is always on a Sunday had taken place the day before on the Saturday. Chumps that we were we headed home via a gander at the shops at Cribbs Causeway and a quick look at the NEW MINI at Cotswolds MINI and some very tempting Pacemans. The new MINI by the way is gorgeous in my eyes. I was very smitten. Lots of dreams to bank there then.
So there you go, that is living with Chemo. Not easy eh? But someone has to do it! Take care and contemplate a piece of poetry which is the favourite piece that I have ever written:
I am once more the great romancer
For life is a ballroom and I am a dancer.