Trice aren't there a lot of new choirs these days that are for the not so deadly serious, and don't audition, prompted by the lovely Gareth. ( Friend and I fantasise that the lovely Gareth's next project will be a choir for women in mid 50s that really can't sing but love to sing, that have blonde highlights, two children, a love of gardening, live in our roads, you know, where he couldn't say no....if he still tries we might even play the Cancer card and risk a "journey", and a whole million weeping head tilters. I could whip out my prosthesis and wave it in the air with the key change......) I shouldn't take the pee as sit there with tears pouring down my face at every episode....
I keep seeing ads in local mags and even got a leaflet through the post. It might be worth a little googling. I am sure it would be so good for the spirit.
smee will be thinking of you tomorrow, and your new lovely boobs.
Betsy yes you are definitely covered by disability discrimination, Macmillan good on this. Came too late to help me.
gigs thanks for offer but mattress on floor now til we get a new bedstead, from M&S I think this time! Sounds like you need to take some non Cancer mags in there to replace the leaflets, my Consultants waiting room is full of Homes and Gardens and Country Life just to stereotype, just what you need when facing a Dx of possible life threatening illness! Labradors and guns and horsey looking women! but I think you are going to hate the decor of these places you experienced trauma come what may. I think it is why I hate pink so much, and those blue and peach curtains they did at JL and had in all hotels circa 1995....
This all moved on when I slept, i really had to as 4 hours sleep in 2 nightsis not a good idea. I have just read and smiled but apologies if my dyslexic brain has dropped anything important.
Bed is a saga, actually a saggy saga. As started to sag just after we got it, it has a middle bar and a leg in the middle of the bar to support centre but it slipped sideways. Strange man came out from JL to "assess" and said slippage was our fault
obviously looking at my big bum and then proceeded to make me sit on one end of frame whilst he did atlas impression and straightened it and suggested we put a big pile of books under it for support! I demanded a new bed or at least a new leg but they didn't have one and I got nowhere. So now the leg has finally given up the ghost and the slats have fallen out, though obviously DH and I swinging on the halogen ceiling lights were to blame, so I suppose I have to become Mrs Angry, it helps that all the reviews say the same! And yes I am considering taking the tangled wreckage and dumping it in the beds department.
topsy just to be clear before piss up I have no fillings, crowns, etc and very unattractive yellow teeth so punching out my teeth will not be lucrative.......