I met one of the managers from work today (I refused to meet the witch!) and had my exit interview, in which I was brutaly honest 
She arrived with a gift bag, from the witch! Initial thoughts were to say "take it back and tell her to shove it up her arse" BUT it was a nice Orchid in a lovely pot and I thought, f*ck it, I'll have it!
Had an interview for a position as Marketing Project Manager for a company yesterday, was a lovely place in a beautiful old building and I really would like the job. One of the decision makers is on holiday until next Monday, so I got an email last night saying they would get back to me then. I'm hoping that's a good sign, if I was crap it would have been a no.
Dad is in hospital for his second dose of Chemo, as usual he is in tip top condition and making friends with all the people on the ward, whether they want to or not.
Within 2 weeks he'll have a scan and will know if the tumour is responding to treatment and he has asked the consultant to be honest. If the chemo isn't working, he wants to be left alone to enjoy his life. Hard to hear, he's my dad, but at the end of the day it's his choice and if he chooses quality over quantity who are we to argue.
He reaches 80 years of age on 16th September. My baby bro will be 40 that same week so we have a party to plan.
Hope you are all well in blogland
T
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