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After posting my tub thumping review of the movies Carol and Brooklyn last week, I was twiddling my thumbs wondering what Laura would make of it.  I once put her to sleep explaining – at length –  how Darwin’s theory of the survival of the fittest was fundamentally flawed. As I reached my triumphant conclusion (a conclusion that I have long since forgotten), I heard a little snortle and then an outright snore.  I was so disappointed I woke her up.  ‘You didn’t hear a word.’  I harrumphed. Laura sat bolt upright, looking like a startled koala. ‘Yes I did!’ she said.  And then, flashing that enormous smile, she repeated verbatim my last couple of sentences. I’ll never know how she did it. She gleefully asked if she had passed ‘the test’ and then slipped back to sleep.

So, last week, no sooner had I asked the universe what Laura would think, than I sat down at her computer to search for a tax document and up popped this piece of Laura’s writing.  It was one of her first attempts at writing for this blog. In the end, she posted a slightly different version called ‘Warrior Woman’. But oh how I laughed when I found it.  It couldn’t have been more timely or sweeter.   Here’s what she wrote –

‘Lucie is a wild, untamed Scots woman. She has her own opinions about everything and is the most eccentric woman I’ve ever dated. She thinks out of the box on just about everything! I’ve learned to think differently about many things, doctors, health treatments, cleanliness (according to Lucie I’m a heathen), appropriate bed attire (I’ve always worn my most hideous get up at sleep time). We laugh at everything, even at my cancer (we’ve nicknamed my tumors ‘the pickle family’). In case you can’t tell, we are crazy about each other and I adore her so!’