Don't you hate that feeling? Probably not the best day to give blood but today is a 'big' blood day for me as I get a present for donating so many pints and I want my present. Am a child at heart.
Yesterday Arthur hissed at Oscar "Don't make me break your lego". I thought he'd said 'don't make me break your legs' so . . . well, 10/10 for creativity.
No other news really. Spent a great day in PJ's with Carol and my three and the borrowed one. Have to say, Harry is worth his weight in gold (sometimes). He played all day with the little kids and did so without getting stressed. We also managed to have lunch there which saved a load of hassle and running around - for Carol, I might add, as it was her we were visiting. Remember Carol? The friend who brings sugar on a picnic for me? Her.
What else? Nowt. I'm genuinely shattered. Nearly shaking with the effort to keep moving. That can't be good. Wedding cake to help with and blood to give (nevermind library books to be returned and school books to be collected). Cheerio so. Going to clean kitchen and think about the other stuff. Then have a quick cup of tea and breakfast (for tea) and go give blood. Shit, just worked out why I'm shaking. I'm bloody hungry. How'd I not notice that??
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