From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (film)
“’Roid rage?” my son had asked. I had not been in the best of moods, and the steroids did have something to do with the general edginess that morning… although I am inclined, myself, to just lay the blame squarely at the feet of vanity. We were going out.
With another round of chemo and immunotherapy looming, no idea how well I will make it through this next three day course of treatment and lockdown happening once again, we were determined, weather permitting, to get out somewhere… anywhere… if only for a couple of hours. So, when a patch of blue sky showed on Sunday, we set off for Oxford.
This year has been difficult for everyone as far as getting out and about is concerned, but the last few weeks have been even dodgier on a personal level. There…
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