Sunday 12th July 2026

8625/21544Fifty-nine not out. Though not making any presumptions about making it any further. My body has to work out how to give me a cancer that isn't essentially harmless soon.Some cool presents from Catie and the kids. Phoebe gave me a frog made out of pompoms, Ernie gave me a pen with a big bit of rubber cheese on it, where a mouse came out if you squeezed it (how did he know?) and Catie got me a bobblehead of me. Or Keanu Reeves. Or David Ginola. Whichever one it was, it's a lot of fun.