I felt very old today; leafing throught a copy of my school "old girls" magazine I noted that yet another batch of my ex-teachers have fallen off their perches, most of them at advanced ages. This year it was my German, Music and Cookery teachers, last year it was History, Geography and the Headmistress.
I went to see the doc this morning to report back on my less-than-successful three months on Cerazette. I'm now trying Mercilon for three months, which is a combined pill, so fingers crossed for lighter periods, less grumpiness and (please, please) a spark or two in the bedroom department. The doc is very sympathetic, thank goodness, and is quite happy for me to work my way through the alphabet of hormonal treatments, if necessary, to find one that works.
Busy weekend coming up, with DS's 12th birthday on Sunday (stunt scooter arrived this afternoon, thank goodness). We are going to a small village firework display on Saturday then round to friends for post-bonfire chilli and jacket spuds.