Item – So H and I had a joint ‘AAUGH’ moment at the joys of responsible working adult-hood, and went North for a wee holiday.
Item – And on that wee holiday, we met Robyn, which was THIS wonderful.
Item – We also went on a six-hour hike up into the Fells above Windermere. Wild flowers. Red Kites. Buzzards. Cairns. Sheep. Stone bridges over tiny becks. Dragonflies. Bracken (good cover if you need to *ahem* squat down for a moment. Just sayin’). Rabbits. A hare, bolting past us. Pony-trekkers (not, thank crikey, concurrent with the bracken). The lake, pewter under the sunshine and clouds. Feeling you have totally, absolutely deserved a three-course blow-out with booze. Excellent.
Item – And the next day it rained. And rained. And rained. And the hills withdrew behind veil after veil of wet grey cotton wool and sulked. Heigh ho.
Item – On the way back, we stopped off for High Tea and Conversation with the fantabulous Hairy Farmer Family. We got an amazing feta pie, and we got cake, and oh my GOD the cake was chocolate fudge and I think my taste-buds are now too spoiled by the Food of the Gods to wish to have anything to do with boring old chicken salad from the caff near work.
Item – I also got a ten days supply of Clexane (low-molecular-weight Heparin), as Ann had a stash of it from her own doctor. I felt like crying. God knows if I’ll need it or not, but if I do, no bureaucratic tomfoolery or confused GP or understocked pharmacist will freak me out with any kind of delay at all between diagnosis and stabbage. I am very unlucky, what with the PCOS and exploding ovary and adenomyosis and embryo-repelling uterus and thrombophilia and migraines. But, good God, am I lucky in friends.
Item – Speaking of thrombophilia, The Professor told me to start taking the aspirin as soon as I saw a second line on the fabled pee-stick. I’m very tempted to start taking the aspirin as soon as I’m sure I ovulated. H isn’t sure this is a good idea, on the principle that if taking it from ovulation was a good idea, The Professor would have said: ‘Take it from ovulation’. Any thoughts? Could it do any harm? Will I panic anyway?
Item – Ann’s little lad Harry and H got on like a house on fire. I mean, I got a brief leg-hug and some chatter, but H had Harry clambering onto his knee and everything. And shrieks of giggles from the pair of them as we grown-ups were in the kitchen making tea. As we drove away, I said ‘you’re really good with toddlers, aren’t you?’
H nodded. Pause.
‘Do you mind playing with them? You’re not longing for rescue, are you?’ I asked.
‘No, I like it. Surely you know this by now,’ said H.
Well, yes, I did know it. But I try not to think about it too hard, in case I lose it and cry. And now I’ve thought about it, and I shall cry.
Item – Back at work. We are both having stressy work. Well, I am having stressy work, and H is having STRESSY work. Redundancy hovering over the office on wings of storm, and so on. Argh. Holiday completely undone in one afternoon meeting.
Item – Despite the STRESSY, Satsuma has woken up, and we must go and perform our marital duties (I make it sound so much fun!). In case she means it.
Item – Satsuma may well mean it. For an entire year now, unless I was borking my hormones completely by miscarrying, I have had steady 30 to 35 day cycles. I… Well. I don’t know what to think. Or say (wasn’t I anovulatory at some point?) But now I’ve said it, what’s the betting she pulls another three-month Yes! We Have No Bananas! on me?
Item – And now, I must hunt down Twangy and add her to my ‘Real Live Bloggers’ collection. Tally ho!