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Post from Lee

Good evening bloggers! I have control of the bridge tonight as Captain blogger is safely in the custody of my family in Aberdeen prior to going to get his PET scan at the hospital in Aberdeen tommorrow. My mum will be feeding him well known northern treats like stovies, cullen skink, clootie dumpling, butteries washed down by a wee dram or 2 (hence the title of this evenings blog).

Thank you all for your continued support, letters, phone calls and blog comments, G really appreciates them all and it helps him when he is having a low moment. Generally I am happy to tell you that he is coping very well so far and is focussing a lot of energy on sorting out lots of things in our house. I have labelled this activity sorting out "the boxes". I don't know if any of you out there can identify with this but we seem to have accumulated quite a number of "boxes" in our house that lurk in cupboards or in the attic and garages that are full of sentimental treasures gathered from various expeditions and past lives (some I confess still unpacked and sealed from Hong Kong trip in 2003!) G is determined to sort out the boxes and while I notice that many of my "treasures" are being selected for extermination you may be interested to know that a collection of car magazines dating from far too long ago, at least 200 science fiction books (some actual clones of each other) and a set of Japanese ceromonial swords are now pride of place in our new kitchen. I am beginning to recognise a pattern of behaviour now (enhanced by steroids following chemo treatment) of complete single-minded, manic, determined, tank commander, take no prisoners, absolutely no coffee breaks until the job is done sort of attitude from G to tackle "the boxes" on the home front. I expect there may well be some Gore associates out there who can identify with this :]

Interestingly G (always with an eye for an opportunity) has taken to changing the screen saver on our computer to a picture of a brand new Aston Martin (shaken not stirred) as if to create some kind of subliminal marketing devise to make me wish to become homeless to enable us to afford to accommodate this shiny new creature. When I got mildly alarmed about this the other day he did say he was prepared to down grade to a Ferrari (did he really think I was going to fall for that one!) Watch this space as he is due another steroid induced chemo on Friday so we may well all be homeless by Monday and G will be the proud new owner of........

Its good to talk and in my case its good to rant. I really must acknowledge some long-suffering relatives and friends who have put up with me over the past few weeks..my mum and dad, Dot, Alex, Nikki, Debbie and Liz. Last weekend at the height of the"sorting out the science fiction collection" I want to say thanks to Sarah and Odrian for agreeing with me and to Ian for letting me come round and sit in his shed and drink whisky, smoke some ciggys and have a really good rant and an "is it me?" type conversation and to Manus for making the mistake of asking me how I was at work (one hour coffee break later).

I am off to change the screen saver back to Dr Who.

Normal service will resume tommorrow. Have a good week.

Lee