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All clear for another few months

Published 26/03/2008 Blog Leave a Comment
Tags: cancer, scan, update

Well, at the beginning of Feb I had another scan and after a few weeks of waiting with nervousness and anticipation, my prayers have been answered and there has been no change. Life continues as normal again

I have neglected my blog for a while as I have been quite busy with work and life, launching an online shop and work has taken up most of my time. Strange how I come to write something in here and my mind goes totally blank!

Love you all

I’m a Twit, how about you?

sleep boy sleep... 7 hours ago

@chris_hall62 there is a man in a cossack in the audience... 2 days ago

My eyes hurt. Has an urge to buy Pablo Neruda stuff, is also fending off the urge to buy christmas ties. #fb 2 days ago

looking forward to creating my office tonight. Finally a space to write! 2 days ago

has had another stupidly useful and expensive weekend. But xmas shopping is done so it's not all bad... is it? 3 days ago

productive saturdays are becoming a habit... 4 days ago

my hat is better then yours... 5 days ago

off home to pick up car, pay for xmas presents, wish sis happy birthday and go to liv torc's book launch... Phew! #fb 6 days ago

good luck tori x x #Fb 1 week ago

back to using buttons again. Touchscreens are not that great really? Lovely misty morning today. 1 week ago

Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

Teeth 21/11/2009

My aim, when spitting That mouth mixed minty Broth, concocted each time teeth are scrubbed has been perfected after My grandmother, told me off for missing the plug And not rinsing the sink. Now, I can aim a jet of water Like a vegas fountain with Accuracy that’d make her Proud.

Chris

Face 21/11/2009

Mirror like, staring at the lens is a face from the otherside. First photo of the source of Those long strings of beautiful Sentences. Caring words from A disembodied body on the Other side of the world. You are nothing like what I Thought. You’re fat. But then it’s a camera, that’s What it does. Fattens your White porcelain face. The pe […]

Chris

Director 21/11/2009

Julio, pronounced ‘Hoolio’ Is slouched at the only table seat In this fluorescent catacomb. Now and again he takes a Phone Call. With great statement He reels off his matinee, Directing darlings, just some Actors learning scripts. Loudly he strokes a kempt Designer beard as his jawline Rests quietly on an ego Three metres diameter. His pseudo sel […]

Chris

Car Boot 21/11/2009

A field, on a Sunday morning. Fried egg smells, eminating From the snack wagons dotted About. Our Sunday service, My dialogue with God, replaced With mindless bartering over Cardboard coffee cups. This field, a karma junction, Items with stained energy, Passing over, under the Hymns of the car boot, Items of communion, Approach plaster table altars. Make you […]

Chris

Hard ‘C’ 17/11/2009

the waiting room hygienic with a TV humming cushy kids programs to those with no soul. thumb worn magazines littered the only table, saturating the pine vaneer with turned corners and faded bent gloss covers. An unatural smiling woman stares at the faces of those who will die before she develops wrinkles, thanks to Oil of Ulay. The few that sit there either […]

Chris

Run Away 17/11/2009

What he didn’t say Was where he was Going. What he Did say was that He didn’t care if He lived or died. I wish running Away was only Something that Children tried to do. Adults apparently Do the same.

Chris

Mensa 16/11/2009

Chris

Owe 08/11/2009

I’m going to Make you an offer. You’re going to like It. Life isn’t very good At this sort of thing. So I’ll sell you my Soul. Posted by Wordmobi

Chris

Cyclone 04/11/2009

I walk a cyclone on a nylon lead They can be cared for really easily, Remember they will always need to feed In wind and rain and other weather fronts, Engulfing all that stands up in it’s way Trains and cars, People and wildlife too. The upkeep can be quite prohibitive If you have nowhere else to really live, The cyclone never sleeps, [...]

Chris

Rolling 31/10/2009

Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.

Chris