Lizzie, I hope you find this. I have never been to Glastonbury, but it is going onto my list of things to do. I can't watch it right now, but next year - I hope to be there.
My hair is a disgusting mess. It is glooped with some mass that sticks it away from my face. All the fronds are gelled together.
My problem has been that the stickiness is breaking down, so my hair has started to trickle over my face.
I asked for hair slides. Hmmm that brought a laugh. We ended up with tape.
Looks awful, doesn't it?
As you know, I don't care at all. I remain delighted that shelly has been (mostly) removed.
My mental capacities have changed immediately. There are many interests that I had, and lost, that have returned to me. Couple this with the ongoing diagnosis that I was depressed and it will be easy for you to understand my total glee. I am not depressed. I had a brain tumour. Brain tumour affected operation of my brain. Tumour gone. Brain working well.
Love you.
Sarah xxx
Have you now changed the name of Shirley to rhyme with Nelly? Sweet.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, now she's gone you can call her anything you like! She just won't know.
(bit late - much marking to do! - so 'scuse my tired SOH)