Wow gin & I thought my place was like Butlins (public sector).
Well, I tried to hang onto my sanity but I decided to let go & splash headlong into mental-dom. C'mon in, the water's lovely.
I'm convinced I'm PG. I mean, why wouldn't I be? When I streched my cardy button pinged off, ie mass-hoove norks, I feel constantly sick & sense of smell seems to have gone mad - latest offerings being aloe vera (I work with a bunch of hairy arsed ex-sailors, so I can't imagine its them), cucumber (does this even have a smell?) & cow manure. And I didn't even find that unpleasant - made me think of carefree childhood running through fields.
Currently on day 26 (I imagine this said in Geordie style of Big Brother voice-over)of a 29 - 42 day cycle. Who knows? (Though to be fair 42 dayers were at stressful times, seems to average out at 33 days).
Biggest tell-tale sign was I didn't fancy a 3rd vodka last night whilst out celebrating god-son's A level results - hell, even my holier-than-thou-roses-around-the-cottage-door perfect friend had more than me!