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Coincidentally, this is my 500th blog post. I’ve come a long way since that first post, but some things never change. I’m still as film obsessed as I was back then – maybe even more so! But what has changed is my confidence. People tell me all the time how much more confident I appear. One such person is Carrie. I haven’t seen Carrie since last year, so she graciously agreed to let me record my podcast whilst we caught up on what’s been happening in my life.
If you just so happen to be weighing up the differences between having a portacath or a Hickman Line fitted, then this podcast will be very informative. I discuss having my nine-year-old Hickman Line removed in favour of a portacath. Carrie also gets me to open up about socialising, and dating! Listen now…
I love my Grandma.
She is called Annie, is 92-years-old, and has lived in the same house (I think) for as long as I’ve been alive. Because of her, I had my very first holiday abroad, to the magical Disneyland Paris (or EuroDisney, as it was known back when I first went). I must have gone four or five consecutive years in a row, and I have fond memories from every time. That was over twelve years ago, but this year, thanks to her, I was once again off on a holiday abroad. Along with my dad, we journeyed on a coach down to Southampton and boarded the Oriana cruise-ship, setting sail to Norway.
I didn’t know much about the country before I arrived. One quarter of Aqua originates from Norway, and in The Aqua Diary VHS there is a small look at Lene’s hometown. Also, they (undeservedly) finished last in the 2012 Eurovision Song Contest, so we have something in common. We had roughly a two day sail until we arrived in Norway; so during this time, I got to be reacquainted with my Grandma, as we shared a room. The second night saw me attend my first formal dining event.
I ate so well during my time on the ship! And even developed a liking for fruit smoothies.
On Sunday morning, we woke up to our first sighting of land since leaving.
This was the lovely city of Stavanger.
It’s ironic that my computer – the metaphoric centre of my universe, should die the same month I fall viciously ill with a blood infection and have to be admitted into hospital for 17 days. It’s like after leaving hospital and going home for good, my life restarted – signified by the fact I’m writing this on my new computer (nice keyboard on these MacBook Pro’s, by the way), which I purchased exactly seven days after leaving the hospital