That's about what I am up to at the moment. I am exhausted and getting worse. Physically and mentally I ache all over, if that makes sense. My joints all itch in the inside of them and I am jibbering like a fool at the moment. To the point where I don't have hot drinks in the evening because I or J will end up wearing them.
Aside from that though, it's all good. And lets face it, the above is only moaning on about pain. There's lots more that are worse off than me.
There is good news though - we are getting a new car! Whooop! J is trading in his Golf, the love of his life, and we are getting a 3 year old Volkswagen Passat, 2litre, 170bhp, and fit as a butchers dog.
It comes after a long week though, with Thursday being emotional, distressing, and then just plain ludicrous.
There are pictures to follow once I get onto it, but in short......
Fudge the guinea pig died.
Ellie the Landrover was taken off to the Excalibur Unit. (Sam and I get a plaque on it saying how great Rich was and what happened and so on!)
The He-Ex sent me a solicitors letter to say he wasn't paying maintenance anymore.
We went swimming and had a fabulous time!
But now I have to go and get dressed, ready for the return of the gorgeous child.