Cold

No, not the temperature. I have a cold. All through Caroline's chemo, she remarked that she was being pumped full of poison, and that infection could be very dangerous, but she never had a cold. Not a sniff. And apart from being a bit tired (and going bald during the second cycle) pretty healthy. And that seems to have been the case with me.

Not that this isn't very scientific, as there wasn't a control "me" against which I could test. I can't tell whether the chemo was in some way killing off the 'cold' germs as well as everything else, or whether it's just a coincidence. Maybe being out of contact with large numbers of infectious people... Now, however, a month after the last cycle of chemo I am sitting here with a runny nose and a sore throat. Damn.

Big news in the house this week, however, is the phased release of les chats into the wild.

Boo didn't need to be asked twice, but Poussey did and was v-e-r-y cautious about entering the big wide world. They've had brief forays into the outside, and we've tempted them back with food, but now comes training about using the cat flap.

We have taken out some insurance for them, now that they are having their first visit to the world beyond the glass. I guess there's more chance they might do something stupid and get hurt in this first month. I am not wildly impressed with the insurance company so far. Of three names supplied to them; Boo, Poussey and Geraldine, they have managed to get two of them wrong.

So Jeraldine has insured Poussey and Moo. He's not wild about being called Moo. Especially when it's Poussey that looks more like a cow.