Just one further treatment of radiotherapy, tomorrow! Yay! I only had 10 treatments scheduled for the head, though I guess that is standard brain-frying schedule because I am beginning to get radiation burns and there's a few hairs that don't belong to the cats on my pillowcase...more than anyone wanted to know?
I have been told that if I lose my hair there may be a nice central strip that won't grow hair properly again, like a reverse mohawk!! Always loving new opportunities to embarrass my teen!
Last night we took the children to a beautiful event in the Hawarden Hall, a novel fundraising event by a church where community organisations and talented individuals were invited to display a decorated Christmas tree. Children were free and adults $5. Fantastic turnout, lots to see and admire. There was also a Santa grotto, train set, food and drinks......hope it grows in future years!
However, it did serve as a reminder that it is high time the Bookers addressed the Tree question. John and girls plan The Big Cut this afternoon, while I guess I will do the long and involved find-the-bucket-and-fill-it-with-bricks thing. Then it needs to be decorated pronto, with visitors arriving for dinner tonight.
Amberley will become the House of Faux Tree, which never smells as good but has obvious benefits.
Wanting to work a little smarter this year....less of the strings of lights strung laboriously around bushes and windows, more of the carols on the stereo, bunches of lilies, trotting out ALL the decorations....still need some pretty lights through, eh?
Me, in the black, with my friend Kathy.
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