Floating Boats

I love Doctor Who… I literally breathe it and have spent much of the last week on forums and fan sites mulling over conspiracy theories about who John Hurts really is. This not only makes me giddy with excitement and longing for the anniversary special in November – it also makes me a tad crazy and slightly “spend happy” on merchandise.

Usually I regret my impulse buys…but not this one. NEVER this one.

My floating boat for this week (and it really does float my boat) is my brand new spanking Tardis Bag. It’s big, it’s blue, it holds my laptop and I look COOL (despite what the 12 year old that shouted “you f***ing NERD” at me on Wednesday thinks)!

Try not to be too jealous, OK?

And yes, it IS bigger on the inside (Sorry – couldn’t resist).

Now I know what you’re going to ask…“What an amazing week you’ve had Kelly – how on earth (or space) could anything be better than that bag?”

I’ll tell you how…

On the wander back to my car after work yesterday I spotted this in a new vintage shop in Brighton.

A freaking Dalek! A proper 1970’s full sized Dalek! And so, my life is complete.

I think I must have stood at the window for at least twenty minutes – a combination of total awe and an overwhelming urge to ask the shopkeeper if I could get inside.

One things for sure…I need to own it. It’s the exact colour of all my kitchen utensils!

Sinking Ships

I haven’t really said this out loud. I haven’t spared a minute to think about it actually, but it’s niggling me and I know I have to deal with it at some point.

My mum is having a lumpectomy.

I’m not sure if I feel better for writing it down and I’m still not completely sure how you’re supposed to deal with these things, but there ya go.

She received her appointment this week for the end of the month. I’ll go with her because; well she’s my mum, but also because she doesn’t have the support elsewhere. My mum is my best friend and has been the greatest support through some pretty shit times. I don’t think I’ve contemplated the prospect of the possible results yet, which is strange because I’m generally pretty pessimistic.

I’m not even sure if there actually is anything to worry about. Everything will likely be fine. Apparently they have told her it is probably not the “C” word.

There are two words in that sentence that I don’t like; “apparently” and “probably”. They are not definitive enough.

The word “apparently” is my own choice of semantics. This is because my mum will always try and protect me, as all mothers do, and I am unsure as to how honest she is being with me about it. I only found out that they were recalling her after her first mammogram because I found a letter stuffed away down the side of something. She played it down. They then said they needed to do more tests, a very tiny biopsy. She played that down. Now they’ve said that it’s “probably not” but they still want her in under general to remove the lump.

At the minute I’m a little numb to it I think. I have no idea what to expect.

I’m sure everything will be completely fine – and this time next month I’ll be putting the words “all clear” into Floating Boats instead. I hope so.

And for context – here is my lovely mum. Looking perplexed. As always.