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janewilliams20Why have I been replaced by someone who enjoys shopping for bikinis?
OK, quick catch-up for those who don't follow the Facebook stream-of-consciousness posts.
Great end-of-week and weekend. Brain+Dawn+kids staying over Thursday night, and we ate pizza and chatted and swapped bits of craft stash and confirmed that in fact all of us really do exist, we're have physical existence as well as Internet. It was too short, but it was good.
Saturday, down to the Lister for my annual fasting blood tests, Dave driving because I tend to go wobbly when my blood sugar's that low. Onward to a very nice brunch, and then Stevenage town centre for compulsory clothes shopping. I seem to have bought half the M&S sale, and enjoyed doing so. I have two new pairs of trousers, and a rather nice jacket, and various other bits and pieces.
We've also mowed the lawns, tidied the Herb Bed, and had a rather nice Sunday wandering around car boot sales.
Monday, got a call on the mobile on the way home from the health centre, asking me to get those tests repeated. Even phoning Dave to go and grab the form, though, we couldn't get to said health centre before it closed - why do they call you when they're due to shut 3 min later? So he picked it up Tuesday. and took me in for repeat tests today before work - mmm, full (grilled) English in the work canteen.
Tonight, he picked me up and we went shopping again. OK, maybe those repeat blood tests were because they'd showed up a real problem. I think I just bought Matalan. He had to drag me away from the bikinis - I'd been looking through my swimming costumes at home, because I fancied swimming, or lazing on a beach. We weren't even in the "larger ladies" section, and half of what I picked up is going back, because it's too big. Home, I decide I want to change into something cooler - and pick a dress???
As I say, who is this imposter, and what happened to Jane?
OK, quick catch-up for those who don't follow the Facebook stream-of-consciousness posts.
Great end-of-week and weekend. Brain+Dawn+kids staying over Thursday night, and we ate pizza and chatted and swapped bits of craft stash and confirmed that in fact all of us really do exist, we're have physical existence as well as Internet. It was too short, but it was good.
Saturday, down to the Lister for my annual fasting blood tests, Dave driving because I tend to go wobbly when my blood sugar's that low. Onward to a very nice brunch, and then Stevenage town centre for compulsory clothes shopping. I seem to have bought half the M&S sale, and enjoyed doing so. I have two new pairs of trousers, and a rather nice jacket, and various other bits and pieces.
We've also mowed the lawns, tidied the Herb Bed, and had a rather nice Sunday wandering around car boot sales.
Monday, got a call on the mobile on the way home from the health centre, asking me to get those tests repeated. Even phoning Dave to go and grab the form, though, we couldn't get to said health centre before it closed - why do they call you when they're due to shut 3 min later? So he picked it up Tuesday. and took me in for repeat tests today before work - mmm, full (grilled) English in the work canteen.
Tonight, he picked me up and we went shopping again. OK, maybe those repeat blood tests were because they'd showed up a real problem. I think I just bought Matalan. He had to drag me away from the bikinis - I'd been looking through my swimming costumes at home, because I fancied swimming, or lazing on a beach. We weren't even in the "larger ladies" section, and half of what I picked up is going back, because it's too big. Home, I decide I want to change into something cooler - and pick a dress???
As I say, who is this imposter, and what happened to Jane?