“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.”
~ Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
We’re all waiting. Waiting for Nicole to finish this round of drugs.
It’s hard going.
One week, three days to go.
Not that we’re counting…
Meanwhile, Nicole sleeps and dreams of flying with Auntie and the Grandmothers. Spirits whisper in her ear. She’s being shown such interesting things.
When she’s awake Bert tells her all about the food she can cook for
dogs this blog. She’s getting a lovely list of meaty dog food recipes kitchen inspirations. Brave Harry keeps her safe from flies, moths and the cows outside the bedroom window.
We promise, normal broadcasting shall resume just as soon as humanly possible.
That is all for now.