It was T’s 5th birthday party today and all went well, apart from the fact that I was attacked and assulted by a marauding band of 5 year olds. Still, they had fun! T’s good friend A was there, fresh back from her diagnosis of Wilm’s tumour that has spread (see previous post). Her dad K was pretty upbeat about it and although she faces chemo and surgery, apparently the survival rates are high. Strength and love to them!
Also, we dropped our agreement off at the estate agent this morning and by the time we returned from the party at 6pm, there had been three viewings and slightly later, news (verbal only) of a probable full-price offer! Blimey! All we’ve got to do now is find somewhere to live.
So, it’s been an eventful day, and I’ve even managed to finish ‘Untold Stories’ in readiness for the book club tomorrow night. As promised, here is my review (begun here) of the rest of Alan Bennett’s doorstop… mildly diverting, with a few touches of brilliance. There. Sorry Alan!