… as my mother said to me, while I was hobbling down the kitchen towards the microwave with a tub of carrot and coriander.
I have got various things to tell you, blogees. But I have not got the energy to write much more than this in one go.
See that’s it. I’m done in.
Anyhoo – if you can hang around a bit longer I’ll try and expand on the various things that are occurring currently (now that’s one too many currs for my liking!)
1. No bleeding in February thus far – don’t tell anyone, my womb lining might hear you and decide its had enough of being sidelined and needs to make a speedy comeback with a new hairdo but to all intents and purposes the same motivation … gore galore!
2. My trace of the adoption has, after a slightly hesitant and covert start, moved on apace and more is being revealed and illuminated than ever before.
3. Ade and I had a trip into the Welsh hills on Monday this week looking for a woman who can do for Chronic Fatigue what Hugh FW has done for battery farming – i.e. hopefully get rid. We found her halfway up a hill and have got a whole new plan of attack, tons of bumpf and another vast array of supples and miners and vits, along with a book and a load of articles to back up her advice.
Just in case you’re feeling swizzed – that’s not the expansion that’s merely the teaser, as these TV types like to say. The prologue before the novella, the preview before the performance, the canape before the cordon bleu … ok, now I’m bigging it up way too much. Suffice to say I will update anon. If you can hang on. Please.
Wishing Tom, Ade’s cousin, a happy birthday for yesterday.
And wishing the boys going to Paris for Dave’s 40th a blooming good time!