I'm still dithering about trainers. TK Maxx had some good ones yesterday, but not in my size, which is sadly seemingly the most common and thus the first to sell out.
Sorry to hear about your mum's problems, and father's intransigence, MI. I think people hang on to whatever certainty they have, under such circs, however unhelpful this is.
I have spent an exhausting three hours manning the hoopla stall at the school's Easter Fair. Nearly rewarded with a giant cake - a prize for correctly guessing its total calories - but it turns out someone was even closer. Still, I guessed 6,500, and the real answer was 6,666, so not bad.
If 666 is the number of the beast, is 6,6666, the calorie count of the beast's cake?
Poor DP. Not only is it the anniversary of his dad's death, but his mum is really ill. She's in massive pain, somewhere in the abdomen. She's been struggling at home, throwing up into buckets, and unable to eat anything, but has just been taken to hospital in an ambulance. I wish I knew what was the matter - the docs don't seem to think it's the Big C, but they seem remarkably useless at finding out the actual illness - she's been on antibiotics for a month now, as they think it's 'something bacterial'.