The 6th of November.
Monotonous day. First thing, we went to the sorting office so I could pay the customs charges for my phone skins from Nuvango. £12.48! I was not impressed with them for that.
I had photopheresis at half one, so after lunch, we went out and thankfully arrived early enough for the enormous queue at Costa not to be a problem. ECP was fine – blood numbers were all good, got done in about an hour and a half. I read two chapters of The Architects and crocheted a lot while I listened to 1989 because I love a bit of Swifty.
Since we’ve been home, I’ve finished the scarf I was working on and have started on Lauren’s.
That is all, really! More of the same tomorrow.
The 7th of November.
Suddenly super sweepy tonight and I was expecting it, considering I’ve been awake since approximately half one. Thankfully, Sara Pascoe tonight was more than entertaining enough to keep me alert.
So this morning was more photopheresis. I took full advantage of Costa’s new range of Christmas beverages, so I had a gingerbread latte and a gingerbread man, but the latte also came with a tiny gingerbread man so I was fully overloaded on ginger. I read the paper, crocheted and when it was all over, I got the brownie hot chocolate which is really quite rich. I’m not sure I would recommend it unless you have a very sweet tooth.
After we got home and I had my lunch (cheese on toast with ham and sultanas yesss), I felt really full of wind, so we spent the rest of the day with Mommy trying to drive all the little pockets of wind during Sara Pascoe.
Traffic getting there was really bad so I was nearly late, but Daddy’s parking fairy was with us. Mommy ran me down to The Glee Club where Rachel was waiting. They wouldn’t let us in at first, but two minutes later it was all fine. A man came to take me to the lift because I couldn’t climb the stairs, but the trip out and round to the lift was just as hard – I might have just as well climbed the stairs, it would’ve been less exhausting.
Sara Pascoe was really good! I need to look up sperm selection theory and Marie Bonaparte. She had her clitoris moved. TWICE. But yes she was superb and I love her. We hold many similar opinions.
Daddy came to pick me up in the chair and we came home so now I’m having toast then Zopiclone sleeptime.