Once upon a time in the North

Oakley went to a cowboy party yesterday. He had a particularly large breakfast as he said he needed extra energy. I didn't actually realise it was possible for 4 year old boys to get any more energetic, but he seemed adamant. He then put together his costume, including water pistol and plastic video camera posing as guns. I told him I didn't think cowboys carried teddies. "Mu-um," he replied, his voice heavy with disdain, "That's my cattle." See below for the full effect, including brooding look and "cattle" under his right arm.

He had a great time and came out with a Power Rangers face. It was all very different in John Wayne's day.

We are off to Manchester tomorrow, ready to start treatment on Tuesday. Quent is very calm about it all, but I shall be grilling the Prof on the relationship between IL-2 and blood clots. We know they aren't cowboys at Christie's but I still have a few questions for The (re)Searchers.