This is quite exhausting!

There are times when the sheer contrast in conversations that Vicki and I have often leaves me breathless. Yesterday we went from the sublime to the ridiculous in one step. We started by talking about the theoretical and philosophical possibilities that inanimate objects could have consciousness and therefore have thoughts. The argument went roughly like this. Bacteria and micro-organisms are everywhere, and and form essential elements of our very existence. So, if an inanimate object, let's say a chair, is itself covered in various forms of microscopic life, by implication the chair itself could be construed as being alive, ergo it could form some sort of conscious thought, albeit very basic. Quite a deep conversation to be having with your 15 year old daughter. Just as I was coming to terms with this new found intellectual quality, and was delighting in planning on sending Vicki to Cambridge to join the great theological thinkers of our time to discuss pan-dimensional existentialistic social dynamics, I was promptly returned to the real world by taking part in a long and drawn out series of raspberry blowing exchanges, which I have to say gave me the giggles for some time. Anybody would think I'd been reading Douglas Adams... mmmm.

The upshot of all this, apart from to confirm my attendance as in patient at the nearest institute for the insanely misguided, is that it wore poor Vicki out! Her blood counts continue to be low, and this contribute to her tiredness no end. She had another transfusion of platelets yesterday, and feel asleep during evening visiting. Awe bless her. It's getting quite hard to get her to eat properly, her appetite still suppressed by the after effects of the chemotherapy. As has been the theme lately, she remains quite well otherwise.

Meanwhile, back to the surrealism. Andy and I were discussing the surface tension of custard and how you could run over the surface of a swimming pool of custard. If only one could find a swimming pool of full of custard to demonstrate. To this end, Andy phoned a local lido to ask if they could arrange this, which sadly they declined. Where's their sense of adventure I wonder?