The lovely Stella leaves soon, but I have found a replacement. I’m not sure anyone could actually match Stella, but who knows ?

I’ve been to the gym every day, but my life has been complicated by recurring diarrhoea this week. I don’t know why, as I haven’t changed anything diet wise, and I feel ok, but my lil external shit pouch has really been put under pressure on occasion. If the adhesive were to fail me, then the shitspray would have a projectile radius of several yards, I reckon. So if you see me, stand to one side rather than in front of me….

I saw a film ( The Death of Stalin ) yesterday, with Jo. A spoof about Joseph Stalin ( not a nice fella ), his death and the aftermath – stellar cast of men, but not really a humorous topic, or a humorous time – he killed just about every clever person in the Soviet Union, after all.  Bit like making a comedy about the Holocaust – not everyone’s cuppa tea…..

Good to see Lal and Neal on Thursday, Chérie too,  Pia as well. I have been to Teddington hospital and had my catheter replaced – the bloody thing was apparently a day or so away from completely blocking with sediment, adding to my spasms of course. I can’t feel anything as it’s replaced, but it’s all quite bloody.  My cryotherapy burns aren’t sore, like last time, as they are smaller burns, so no big deal.

The Hogarth Halloween party was ok – i had a wig on and a knife through my head – I’m not sure if people thought it was artificial, or my latest suicide attempt.

Seeing Sue V was a tonic as always ( love a funny Aussie chick, me ) and talking about post divorce mental trauma for children  with both Sue and Christine was very helpful, so thanks to them. I chat to Lily reasonably often, so not totally divorced from offspring, and find it best NOT to dwell on the absence of other contact, for the sake of my mental state ( which has been very stable/ positive for a while now.

The new tenants next door have been the subject of gossip in the building for a while, and the last Ambulance to turn up was not for me! Alcohol does bad things to people – the shouting goes on all day and night, and a visiting tradesman was even assaulted by the ‘ lady’… as he tried to flee the building, she was on his back shouting ‘ get him, he’s Isis !’

Personally, I think the landlady ought step in, but it’s not really a situation that I want to become embroiled in, and I can’t say I’m on speaking terms with the landlady in any case. If she assaulted me in my wheelchair (either the neighbour OR the landlady ) then I’d have to take matters further, but as yet that hasn’t happened.

Right, gotta plan stuff to do next week…

Bye for now.