Afternoon all
Anglaise
you poor thing, what a shitty few days you have had. Ask dp outright, his reaction will tell you what you need to know. And your thyroid is a cunt as well. Can you swap the running to something less aerobic like weights maybr, sorry not medical at all.
weegie keep posting, we are listening. Unmumsnetty hugs, do you feel a bit more in control now?
Dhs day off not been too bad so far. Sent him to B and M first thing with £50 to spend on 'bits' he wanted for the allotment.
Dh is a 51 year old hairy arsed northern builder. He's got a beer belly and a baldy head on it's way, tattoos up his arms and legs and is, like me, proper northern working class salt of the earth type.
He's bought a fucking windmill from B and M for the allotment. A fucking dinosaur windmill. Fml. He is a fucker for the blingy, tacky shit for the garden from B and M and poundland. After the ladybird cunting windcharm I banned him from anymore shit for the back garden. So now he's started on the allotment. Fml.
He will have twinkly lights, fucking gnomes, dogshaped led lights and dragonfly shit everywhere. Fuck sake.
But the positive is he was out 3 hours with ds and me and dd managed to get the house blitzed. All the skirts and woodwork and radiators cleaned, everything pulled out downstairs and hovered, floors cleaned, upstairs hoovered through and bathrooms blitzed. Oh and stupid kitchen bin recycling unit thing stripped and cleaned too.
Am knackered now though and dd muttering about child labour but I am ignoring her.
Not sure if I will be dry tonight or not. Might need a gin to motivate me to make twatting quiche.