Sometimes nice things just happen. Liz sent me some free-range eggs from her own hens and Diane sent me a huge cake. What nice people.
On the other hand I can feel the cancer getting bigger. Eating is getting harder,
but so far I’ve kept up my weight , despite a scare when I thought it was dropping (thanks to medicinal white chocolate). It’s not something I’m worried about now, but it makes it clear what would happen if I did not receive treatment.
More suggestions to Name That Donkey, including a very obscure pun in a mixture of Welsh and Ukrainian. Now that is obscure. Congratulations Gail (does your son speak Welsh and Ukrainian and English?).
I’m going to close this competition on Thursday, so final entries please.