Back in office…

… Three words to strike a note of gloom, if ever I heard any.

On a par with ‘put on weight?, ‘aren’t you invited?’ and ‘tax bill’s arrived’, in my book.

And not massively helped by tomorrow being my next Prof appointment. Funnily enough I can’t concentrate for shit in the office when one of these suckers is looming. I’ve had this weird feeling of ‘something’s going to go wrong’ for a while, and don’t think it was our bags not turning up for one nigh ton holiday that’s the cause.

Also had some incredibly vivid weird dream last night – small boy, rocks, boat, snakes, danger (not to bore the t+ts off you too much with excessive dream recalling) – only made better when Mojo came for a Mummy snuggle under the duvet at 5am. 1-0 to me on the ‘who does she love more, Mummy or Daddy?’ Hawkes household competition! OK, maybe 1-1 as H did get some major nose licking from her last night. Swear he puts tuna juice on there before bed…

So – Prof tomorrow, have put him off for the longest time ever as was determined not to go before the trip, and I’ve been away three very nice weeks without the spectre of him over me. So, unavoidable, and hopefully not linked to odd boat disaster dreams in the slightest.

Also bit worried as I had a ‘rib mulching’ experience when we were away. Was leaning heavily over the back of some van seats to try and get our supermarket purchase of week’s food for the catamaran to stop rolling everywhere on the floor and felt my chest go – backwards.

A very odd sort of crunch/mush/squish type of feeling, yes quite hard to articulate, and probably not meant to happen when one is leaning forwards. So, hoping that it was a funny one off and not the start of my bone structure going AWOL again.

Will let you know how it goes. And Mikey, yes, dinner soon would be lovely! Sx