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| Cancergiggles is an idiot's guide to accepting, living with, laughing at and dying from cancer. The very, very last bit I can't be absolutely sure of, but then who the hell can? I could have written some beautifully crafted, grammatically correct essays but I hope you will understand, that when I say "I don't have a lot of time" I mean it far more literally than you do. I just wanted scribble a few thoughts to maybe light a spark in people - and then it became a book about Cancer, Life, Death, Illness and Politics. ISBN 0955198801 |
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posted Tuesday, 23 November 2004
CAPABILITIES AND AMBITIONS
I have always considered stupidity to be a commendable gift when it is exhibited by me. In others I find it beneath contempt. Yesterday I decided to keep my hand in and in keeping with the 24 hour rule which applies to all stupidity, today is payback day.
In anticipation of the arrival of new carpet I thought we should redecorate the lounge and following the visit from the builders from hell, there was a 1 inch deep, 3 foot wide hole in floor where the fireplace used to be. It had to be made good before the carpet could be laid so under threats of removal of computers, televisions and food supplies I enlisted the whole family to help; knowing that Kim would have to shoulder the majority of the work due to me being effectively useless. We all stripped paper and painted and generally got things sorted until it came time to start mixing and laying cement. Despite numerous prior remonstrations that I was overdoing it, in kicked the stupidity gene and I was instantly and completely anaesthetised to pain, sense, reason and consequences. By close of play I was feeling somewhat jaded and a blurry realization of things to come was setting in.
You know that weird feeling you get when fall into an operating concrete mixer. Yep, this morning was like a bad version of that. Stupid, stupid bugger – at least I haven’t lost my touch.
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