New Year, new blog. Apologies for the delay in blogging, ladies and gentlemen. I've been having awful problems with the version I was using. So husband offered to upgrade me to new version, just out of Beta, which accounts for the frivolous posts you see before this one. I'll say no more, except my revenge will be merciless.... He is obviously too used to getting away with stuff 'cos he pulls that really cute look which makes it impossible to be angry with him for more than a second... Humph. After nine years of marriage he has unerringly mastered my weak spot.

Enough frivolity. The year has started with such a packet of news I hardly know where to start. Most important first. Went to hospital just before Christmas for my checkup. Usual squirmy moment with cold ironmongery (but lovely, lovely sainted nurse who held my hand and deserves a halo) and specialist announced that all was well, and even better, they don't want to see me for another year. The best Christmas present I could possibly have asked for. Even more fabulous, he then drew me a graph for illustrating the risk of recurrence (he's even done a paper on it) which started me off at about 40% and has now plummeted to less than 10%risk. In other words, I have a greater than 90% chance of being here in three years, and after that I revert to being "normal" or as normal as I will ever be. Let us pause here for a moment and then rush around like a mad thing, open champagne and let off fireworks and then let's say a huge great HURRAH for modern medicine. I like my life and I appreciate being around to enjoy it so very much, even if it is only to moan querolously about my husband.

After that, everything else is relatively minor but here goes. Firstly, husband bought me the most fabulous necklace for Christmas - I am wearing it as I type and feel like Elizabeth Taylor (in one of her glamourous phases, I hasten to add, not a self-destructive alcoholic stupor).

Enjoyed a wonderful Christmas with assorted family and loved ones, drank champagne and Southern Comfort, and returned to work to find out that my boss is leaving at the end of March. I have mixed feelings in that I am delighted for him personally but am sorry for the department as we will miss his considerable talents. Will stop here but wanted to reassure my readers that I had not abandoned you.