Morning. :)
I declare that my sex life is dead. O has put paid to any kind of sex life I may have once had.
Poor DP was almost in tears last night as I refused a shag once again as O was waking up. I am serious - that child has an inbuilt shag detector. He wakes and cries EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Hope you got some sleep Izzy. Sorry for the shit night VQ.
PR Can you ring the reception and ask who the appt is with at all?
Chasing Talk to me missus. I know how hard it is - but it won't be for long, and it gets SO much better. I'm always here, like I said. I'm happy to chat, play a game of WWF, or whatever! The internet was my lifeline when I was on my own. But I had NOTHING like the quiche - for that, I am jealous of you! 
My scales are fucking me off. For 2 weeks I have hovered right next to 14stone. I want to see the bastard scales show 13 st something FFS! ARGHHHHH. This morning - 14st 0 1/4lb. RAGE!
Sorry. As you were...
Have to go to work this afternoon for a meeting again about my fucking fanjo.
I have told the union I want them there, but I don't think they are going to turn up.
I have also been told I have another appt on 4th Sept (same day as O's allergy testing) to see an OH Physician.
I'm feeling a bit
over all the appts. Seems just a paper exercise, and hoop jumping. No one is actually offering me any help. So it's wasting my time. I also have to travel to another site from where I work - which is 45 mins minimum each way (usually well over an hour as it is a seaside town and you get bad traffic).