OH has a chest infection and is being referred for sleep apnoea.
Little bear is really suffering with tonsillitis, and ended up having an ice cream for breakfast.
The clinic was today. I didn't even get my coat off, I was just whizzed through the talk and I am being referred to physio, which is more than happened last time.
Good news - I can touch type for short periods, so I am going to push the Novel in November. I hope to have something to go up by the end of the day. I'm pleased with what I have done so far.
Darling father is out looking to buy fireworks. Eeek!
Evil cat is currently killing a coloured pipe cleaner, and spent most of last night sulking because I wouldn't let her sleep on my sore shoulder. At her age it is pretty impressive.
I know it is not major stuff that lots of people suffer with, but I am feeling a bit fed up.