G'Luck for this morning Aries luvva. Should I know what the lucks are for?
My ILs are perfectly nice, and they get on well with my aged Ps, but my MIL is the most spectacularly silly woman I have ever met. It's not stupidity, it's SILLINESS, which is both less awful and awfuller than anything else in the whole world. I cannot be with them longer than 48 hours at a stretch, and even that is a trial. However, this may be in part because I am a right caah.
Both (devoutly Christian) ILs and Ps read either nothing or the Torygraph or the Daily Heil. I despair and on the rare occasions when my Ps are prepared to have a proper conversation (which, incidentally, is NEVER over fucking dinner, which is another story of pain and frustration)I end up yelling things like "Jesus was a Socalist!" and "Have you never heard of the Earl of Shaftesbury, numb-nuts?", and so on, which never gets me anywhere, oddly.
In other, more gussetly news: the mid-cycle spotting I have had the last two months has not appeared this month. This month we only managed to SWI the once, and so conception was unlikely. The previous two months we SWI'd a lot. This leads me to suspect the spotting was implantation bleeds followed by mmcs. However, I'm not DWELLING, as I have all the tests going on etc., so no use trying to second-guess it all.
Meanwhile I have a) an academic deadline, b)working deadlines, c) a wedding speech to write, and d) career-change shenanigans to panic about, so my mind ain't on things baybee-related, as they ought to be. Intend to get on it with renewed vigour next cycle.
Am chortling at Lorry's lube-licious anecdotery!