WW/SS collection 2010

White leggings are on the up. Today I was entitled to these socks that come up to your shoulders (nope, they stop close to your buttocks), but they keep on falling. I just miss a little accessorie like a bride to give that finish touch. Still under the influence of watching La Reine Margot yesterday I told the nurse and doctor that I looked like an old count. It seems, from their surprised faces, that the accent turn to be like and old cunt. Ops!!! That recalls me the other day when I met a client in the street that never saw me with beard and I started telling her a discussion on the phone with a friend where my accent took me from bear to bird to beard. The woman probably thought I was loosing it. Mum and sister arrived with my request of Portuguese codfish. Yummie!! Staff forgot my lunch which gave rise to my first burst, but then I thought behave, after all you will stay here long. Beefy curry. Not bad. Another 15 minutes of chemo, another intrathecal (still easy) and three hours waiting for medication so that I could leave hospital. At least staff compensate with smiles. And now I am resting in my bed at home. Home. My sheets, my pillows.