Social life – pretty active, which is unusual for me. Was at the theatre last night. I even enjoyed it. This is astonishing, but see below.
Innards – dormant. Two week wait, you see. Breasts getting in on the action rather, though. Ow.
Husband – still ill. Flu. Real, not ‘man’. Poor lamb. He’s been proper poorly for over a week now. He’s gone back to bed at 10 in the morning, looking fretful, and coughing like a series of grenades going off in the backwoods.
Mood – filthy. Utterly, utterly filthy. And not in a wahey! way either. I am unspeakably vile to H, snappy with supermarket staff, cross to the point of violence with inanimate objects, and have taken to torturing myself with Scenarios of Doom re: babies, having of; health, mine; health, everyone else’s; work (not want!); politics; taxes; have I missed anything?
Blogging mojo – still AWOL. Must do better.