This morning I've been reading through my census form and pondering suitable answers.

Kind of amusing that Baptists get listed along with Jedi as 'other, please specify below'

Kind of bewildering answering 'how is your general health' ("very good") and 'do you suffer from any long term condition or disease?' (er, yes)

Kind of baffling answering 'what do you do in your job'...

Kind of brought out the worst in me being asked 'what is your nationality'... tempted to put 'other, citizen of heaven' but didn't.

Kind of curious to know how the Scotland questions compare with England (&?) Wales or Northern Ireland.

Ah well, this is the fifth census in which I've been recorded, at the fifth different address... so I'm sure I just suceed in messing up the statistics.

So, I climbed Mt Chemo, endured the bog of infection, made my way through the forest of surgery and ahead of my lies the river of radiation.  And now, for a couple of weeks, radiotherapy planning not withstanding, I am in a beautiful meadow... I feel fit and reasonably strong (learning to live with discomfort and told it will, eventually pass), my hair grows gently and steadily, and I am almost free to do my own thing for a little while.  It is lovely to have this breathing space, to do some things that are 'just for pleasure' before the final part of this trek has to begin.

Yesterday was a trip to Largs in the sunshine and this evening I join our C of S minister friends to farewell one of them.  A little 'gallivanting' in prospect before the nuking begins!