So no big shocker than Hubert Bentley Smythe the tumour has not disappeared. In fact he is being an utter nuisance.
He is making me have another batch of chemo which will have the unfortunate side effect of me going bald as a coot.
Mind you have you ever seen a bald coot? I haven't. I fear when I get a chance there will be an expedition to coot country to hunt for bald coots, If I find none I will be unimpressed.
Yes I know I'm rambling, but hey what do you expect? I have to fit in being a lot more me if Hubert is going to be annoying.
So rather than waiting for my hair to wispily depart until I'm like the man in the cigar ad (if you can't remember said ad, I will give you a lollipop, due to your youth, or popping candy!) I am going to shave it off, or rather my glorous hairdresser will.

Take a bow Christine please.

I plan to do this Tuesday if she has a spot, but time has not been decided yet.

Please please, please, please donate if you can.

This is for a brilliant cause and they do so much to help respite with their house..