Early start as H off to work by 6.15am and Cathy actually up, hair washed and over to sort out her rental flat by 8am. So I found myself at my laptop by 8.15am, having already had my first dose of the vile cherry liquid antibiotic, and a cup of tea.<\/p>\n
Emailed Calcot Manor, which we've booked into for our wedding anniversary in May, to check they have no problem with taking Big C patients in the spa for treatments. All too often there's the 'sorry we can't do a massage for you if you've got The Nasty' and I wanted to avoid any chance of a scene when we're away. Normally I just lie through my teeth and tick the 'nope, nothing wrong with me' box on the spa form, but I twigged that the lack of hair might be a bit of a giveaway still in May. Anyway, hats off to them, got a nice email back saying all fine on that front, so that's a good start.<\/p>\n
Pottered about doing more chores, took the car to the car wash, bought some cakes for afternoon tea, chased mum's accountants for a tax rebate and tried on three new tops – the fleece gets to stay, the other two are definitely return to sender.. Nice though to be back doing 'normal shit' even if much of it's not that thrilling.<\/p>\n
Fiona McA came over in the afternoon for a good old natter and to help me polish off the cakes over a cup of tea. Think I may have to hide the giganteous bar of Dairy Milk that came with her from Mr H, what a corker.<\/p>\n
Up to the common afterwards to meet H again. Back a right pain but worth the aggro to get some fresh air, I've def been in the house waaaaaaay too much these last 6 weeks. Even volunteered to drive Cathy to Wickes to get some more stuff for her flat. As she got in the (newly washed) car, a major niff of what I thought was an impressive Scott family fart wafted up my nose, so as any good sister does, I accused her of bringing a very bad trump into the car. This was denied, and we drove off, windows down, with the pong still intact.<\/p>\n
Did Wickes and got a nice young man to help load her sink and bits into the boot. Again, a very bad waft emerged. Poor chap legged it back into the store, clearly thinking we were a pair of stinkers. At this point I spotted the dog walking bag also in the boot – with a virulent Scrumpy turd in a thin pooh bag in it…. H for some reason had stashed it away instead of dropping it in a dog bin. Lobbed it into a lucky Wickes bin and the rancid smell mystery was solved. <\/p>\n
Cathy's request for a curry takeaway was granted, despite her being in the 'nothing hotter than a karma or tikka masala' camp, which always does make me wonder if it's worth having a cuzza in the first place.. Managed a smidge of TV then all in bed by 9.30pm. What a wild and crazy life we lead x <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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