Thomas wants to cook a fancy meal for Mark for Father's Day. Rather than have it on the day we've decided to have it Saturday evening. Fancy meals always seem extra special at night I think. Thomas has an idea of what he wants to cook and we've decided cherries dipped in chocolate will be nice as part of the dessert/pudding/sweet, depending on where you come from.
Sweet Williams are on the windowsill this week, a big bunch only cost me £1.50. The stocks I bought last week were lovely but only lasted 4 days before wilting quite dramatically overnight.
My seaside shelf is progressing slowly and Thomas has donated one of his many treasure chests to the cause. He has a thing about treasure chests and has several in his bedroom. I think it stems from his obsession with SpongeBob SquarePants when he was younger.
Adopted daughter did Amy's hair tonight. It only took her about 10 minutes. I was really impressed. I've no idea how she did it but it looks really professional. She doesn't want to be a hairdresser though, she wants to do beauty.
Tom had a hospital appointment today. The confirmation letter wasn't very detailed but he told us it was because he'd asked about chemotherapy while he was in hospital. Apparently the Doctor had ruled it out but she did mention radiotherapy. Unfortunately, I think Tom had got hold of the wrong end of the stick.
The appointment was just to check that his infection was clearing up, which it is, and to re-jig his tablets. Radiotherapy was briefly mentioned at the end of the appointment if the cancer started to bleed into his lung, but Mark said she was only making the right noises. It's becoming clear that Tom needs to think that treatment can still be given at some point. And in his position who wouldn't want to cling onto that hope.