Following my post yesterday...

My dress is in the washing machine being dyed fuschia. I am sitting biting my nails nervously. Will it come out in one piece? Will it all dye (roughly) the same colour? Will my washing machine dye all subsequent washing fuschia forever, or can I trust the Dylon packet which tells me very sternly that This Will Not Happen? Will I look like a more haggard, cynical and flatter chested version of Jordan when I wear my dress? These are questions that can only be answered by time.

Also, my mother says I can say on my blog that she too has had cancer (she is now recovered) and that lots of women in our family have also had either breast or ovarian cancer, so it is quite a big issue for us. This is true. And I can honestly say that my mother having cancer taught me many things. The main one is that arranging to have all the windows in your house replaced the day after you come out of hospital is perhaps not the best scheduling decision you could possibly make in the world. Another one is that you will be quite tired after your operation, so if, having had all your windows replaced, you decide to throw a big party a few days afterwards, you may wish to conserve your energy and not use it up on, for example, taking all the things out of the kitchen cupboards, dusting them, and then putting them back in again. Also that there are many fine exercises to keep your lymph glands in working order, but sitting in a pub and flapping your elbows up and down to look like a Funky Chicken is not one of them. You see, it was very instructive. I shall go now and reconstruct a shirt because sitting worrying about my washing machine is getting us nowhere: I have never yet been able to affect the wash cycle by the Power Of My Mind.