Understood, auriga . I cried over the A to Z which I thought was going to be a lap top. But frankly I don't care any longer about the gifts. When its DHs birthday I always make sure he's been made a bit of a fuss of. Put on a tea, or go to hear the band at the theatre with a few friends that he's not expecting to be there. He just can't do stuff like that. My exH was a lying cheating conniving fool but he once gave me the best birthday I've ever had. He got tickets to Torville and Dean at Wembley...some sort of showcase performance after the Winter Olympics. When I arrived I sat down and it took a few minutes to realise that the entire family, siblings, parents, aunts uncles and cousins were all in the same row. Awesome.
ah well...what can you do? I'm usually ill on my birthday anyway. It's like that in January.
Mi I trust you are suitably rested and refreshed even if the tum is playing up a bit?
I am at the mall. I must have tried on scores of outfits. I seem to be in a phase where most things fit, in that they do up etc but everything looks revolting. I just hate what I see. Have have been low carbing for nearly three weeks now. Not one piece of bread, not one biscuit, not one cake, no pasta, potato or rice have passed my lips. Other then my wrists looking increasingly boney, no change. I am now having indecent fantasies about doughnuts (which I almost never eat under normal circumstances ) 