T-44 - Sunday morning call

Caroline has popped out to get some fresh rolls from the bakery at Somerfield, and her brother & his wife have gone with her.

I don't know if this is the (lack of) hormones talking or not, but I think I just asked C. to pick me up a jar of *decaf*... yes, sorry for swearing at this time on a Sunday morning, but there is a reason... (not that I've tried everything else so far...) should be renaming this journal... in fact, why don't I change it from Suzy, Drinker Of Coffee to Pusskins's Diary...

... anyway, something I noticed last night while chopping my duphaston pill in half. If you cut it with a knife through the plastic bubble, it stays whole, and doesn't break the blister strip. Useful to know, as it keeps the other half safe for the next night!

More Sunday

Gordon & Linda drove back to the airport around lunchtime, and we had a nap/snuggle after that. Despite sleeping for a bit longer, I was still rather tired (we had been up for seventeen hours on Saturday though, and I did wake up on Sunday morning at 0300 when the paracetemol wore off, and my tooth was sore!)

During the evening, I looked back on August, and I managed the whole month without breaking down upset in tears. That is a major achievement, given how bad I felt right back at the start of the year.

In other news, thebustocrookes is now back home from his surgery, and recovering.