Husband and teen are both full of cold so we're all avoiding each other.
Which is sort of weird as we're used to lounging around in here having random conversations. I'm glad this doesn't happen all the time.
Instead my head has 'Discoteque' by Le Roop on repeat, a song which came eighth in the finals, though apparently 'We Are the Winners' scored more (and yes, of course we know the words).
Fara Williams, Mary Earps and the teen.
ANYWAY today's update is that I have a wheelchair (not yet needed), I'm getting an emergency box (ditto) and a hospital bed will be on order too. I have also run out of steroids (not wise).
I always have so much to witter on about, which is often forgotten as it takes me so long to get in here and I'm distracted. Must do better. I'll just say we're delighted Mary Earps won footballer of the year because she's not afraid to speak out - more people should do it.
The teen and Fran Kirby aaaaaages ago.
I'm having a confidence crisis. Should I post my beige food pics? It helps me remember where I was from day to day, though the actual day might not be right.
This is my Bill's meal. Oh it was SO good. Inside that big loaf is cheese, cheese and more cheese.
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