Det er søndag igjen. Som vanleg er Ladybug vertinne for smakebitselskapet.
The next few pre-chemo days were spent explaining my kitten-decision to other friends. To them, me becoming a pet owner was such an about-turn that I feared they’d be expecting a totally different girl to walk into the pub the following spring. I could see it now – them asking me pop-quiz questions to confirm my identity and checking my handbag to see whether I still carried around a pen to correct punctuation, spelling or grammar errors I came across. And so, ensuring my cap was doffed to the Old Me, I predictably chose a Beatles-referencing name for my kitten to make them realise that, pet aside, I was still me. Besides, Sgt Pepper is a far better name than Apostrophe. (page 166)