… I love my husband very, VERY much!!
Stumbling in through the door just after 8 tonight, having already worked 41 hours of my theoretical 32 hour week, (with about another 10 hours to go), I find that Chris has :
Rescued a bird from the sitting room
Tidied up the associated cat created scene of chaos and destruction
Washed up
Hoovered
Cooked
I may be so tired I’m hardly sure of my own name, but I do know I love my husband!! 
Twenty ish years of driving, the last one spent trolling up and down the M1, and I finally know exactly what feature I’d most like my car to have - an led type moving sign in the back so I could flash up messages to my fellow drivers.
These would include :
Dip your lights please (3 decreasingly polite versions)
Get out of my boot
Quit flashing me, I’ll move over WHEN I’ve overtaken, not before
Oi! Get over to the left lane - it’s EMPTY
Any other suggestions from the floor?
I am now recognised by my face and/or voice and/or name at :
The health centre
The chemist
The vets
The local chinese
What the heck does THAT say about my life??!!
Sorry, no time (or energy!) for bloggage, not much to report except Chris’ birthday (came 2nd in the pub quiz that night) and a nice day out in London meeting some friends…thought I should at least check in and let you all know I’m still alive!
117 hours since the start of the year and counting…at least I start getting paid for some of them at the end of this month
*back to the grindstone*
The slight scratchy feeling in the back of my throat yesterday has spent today developing into a lovely, snotty, glands swollen head cold.
Bloody marvelous!!!
These here new tablets work, like most pain killers, by blocking pain messages sent to the brain.
Problem is, ‘cos they’re quite good at this, you can make things worse without realising it until it’s too late.
I’m just recovering from the after effects of 20 minutes hoovering on Wednesday (it’s an on your hands & knees job in our cat dominated household, so of course you’re holding your head up and back).
I always said housework was evil.
Hooray! First time this year I haven’t needed a vest! Spring’s here!