Hello wenches, we're back. The wifi was absolutely rubbish and we got fed up of shouting at the laptop, iPad and phones. DH couldn't walk anywhere, so we thought it best to give up and come home.
God the house is cold. Please send all mature incarnations of TB to warm me up.
Have STTBNRM. Something about rats in the chicken house, drunken cats doing karaoke
, noisy teenage girls, pretty pics of WW's hometown at inbreeding, and wenches being ill, knackered and missing stuff on eBay. I do that. 
Anyway, must go and get some food and then DH wants me to watch a recorded footie match with him. I feel sorry for him, he's in a right state. MRI appt has come through for Sunday 19th November at 18.00 hours.

Shit, fireworks have started up. 