Peaks and troughs

For everyone who has asked me about my cousin James' progress in climbing the highest mountain in the western hemisphere - here is a link to their blog - which sadly for James (also known as Glass or Glasson - my maiden name) makes many a reference to his diminutive stature and inability to tell the difference between a water bottle and a pee bottle - oh dear - may take some time to live that one down.... Also, I do have to say that while I'm not sure who's writing the blog I do hope that he's better at climbing mountains than he is at spelling.....!

Anyway - here's the link - and keep cheering them on - your generous donations have already raised £3,380 for the wonderful Breast Cancer Haven and there's still time to help him reach his £10k target...

http://www.humanedgetech.com/expedition/amg/

And here's the link to his fundraising page once again...

http://www.justgiving.com/jamesglasson

I'm off to see the oncologist / radiographer (?) tomorrow at 9am for my planning appointment. Not sure what to expect except that it will take about an hour of prodding, poking, measuring and weighing so they can work out the exact location and dosage for the next lot of nuking. I will also be given the first bit of my schedule for the actual treatments which I'm expecting to start some time next week for 25 sessions - every weekday for five weeks. Francois is in France so I am hoping that I will deal with any psychological fallout with my usual serenity.

Feeling pretty good at the moment, still buzzing from the weekend's excitement (despite having spent the early part of this evening explaining to Luc why I cannot just go and buy tickets for the next 20 Arsenal games and that while I have every intention of putting his name down for a season ticket, he'll be lucky if he gets one in my lifetime....) In a stroke of genius I have suggested that he practises catching and throwing every day after school so that he can try out as a ball boy when he's 12!

Emily enjoying her switch from Guides to Scouts - while she was very attached to the Guides, the one remaining leader seemed to find it impossible to organise any camping or outward bound activities. Emily now has three trips planned including a weekend on a canoe and an all day 'incident' hike. Assuming that these 'incidents' do not involve a sofa, a good book and a large bar of fruit and nut, there are times when I cannot believe we are related.

Have finally bitten the passport bullet and filled in the forms today, complete with my Myra mugshot. I was wondering about waiting another month until my hair growth reaches a number one, but decided that with Easter holidays approaching swiftly, this was one high risk strategy I can live without. Serial killer travel documents will now be mine for the next ten years. My friend Steve cheered me up by showing me his passport photo - if we travel together we'll be in serious trouble...