When Queen wrote ‘fat bottommed girls they’ll be riding today, so look out for those beauties, oh yeah…’ I wonder if they’d actually been to Amsterdam? I suspect not, as anyone who thought that cycling over cobbles and a million bridges would make one’s arse ‘a beauty’ had clearly not experienced the pain that my... Continue Reading →

According to my beloved spreadsheet, today should be day 2 of chemo 5, my penultimate cycle. But after a chesty cough grabbed hold of me last week, I’m actually pleased to report that chemo 5 is delayed. It’s only a cough I know, right? And after so many years of teasing guys about the horrors... Continue Reading →

The Birthday Let me take you back two years, to February 2017. My best mate (who happens to run one of London’s best Events Management companies) is busy planning a party of her own; her 40th birthday party. The Plain Jane team (that’s the Event Management company, btw) has booked a house in the country,... Continue Reading →

Having entitled my last post “…bring on 2019” and ending it by saying I was looking forward to “getting Boxy back in business”, I’ve clearly made a naff start by neglecting my blog ever since… Sorry for that. What’s perhaps worse, is that I’ve shared snippets of information on my Instagram feed and stories, without... Continue Reading →

Being off work means I’ve little or no sense of what day it is, unless I have to take the rubbish out, leave cash down for the cleaner, or avoid the queue for the Winkel (not that I go that often, of course…) *Reaches for healthy glass of water* But I do know that today I... Continue Reading →

So I’m having this debate with my chemo nurse, Marcel. As it’s Christmas, we rocked up to the hospital with a bag full of goodies for the team - chocolate, cakes, Haribo… And what did they give me in return? A cannula in my arm and a hit of carboplatine. Not sure who got the... Continue Reading →

We Brits are known for many things; talking about the weather, drinking tea, producing an array of epic Christmas songs... When it comes to the latter, we often have favourites (the original Band Aid being the best, obviously), but we also have our nemeses. And for me, this is Chris Rea’s Driving Home for Christmas.... Continue Reading →

Not something you do every day, or maybe you do? But I’m a bit OCD and there are some things I do which may seem trivial to others, but to me they’re just normal, so when I can’t do them, it bugs me. Today, one such thing was hanging out the washing. Having a dysfunctional... Continue Reading →

Remember the combover guy in the Hamlet ad? For those not in the UK (or not old enough to remember the originals of things like Dynasty, the Italian Job and talking watches) here’s a little gem to bring you up to speed… https://youtu.be/zTHlac9vga4 Well before you ask, no; I don’t look like that. Well not... Continue Reading →