Monthly Archives: January, 2008
A Canadian reader has told my to point out that…
… Glandular fever is also known as “mono”. So there. That is what I have.
A quick whine
Things are a little bleak right now. I just can’t seem to kick this glandular fever. my life feels full of cancelled plans and circling the TV guide and worrying about my impending lawyer exams. MindReader and I were supposed to be in Cardiff this weekend, taking a drive through Chruch Stretton and Ludlow on …
Horses end donkey porn aside…
Really! Quit obsessing will you! Blogged with Flock
Conversations I could not have with my Doctor
Lucy: How are you today? Having spent the weekend with her in London, double dating with Lucy’sBoyfriend and MindReader, I am of course exhausted. Billygean: Tired. I am not in college AGAIN today because glands are big and I’m too tired to stand up. Lucy: Oh dear. I’m sorry. Billygean. It’s okay. I should have …
I was counting my time in 6 minute slots too
“Is it really that bad then?” I say to Anonymous, whose mouth is drooping. “Quite. I’ve told him if it doesn’t change in the next few months we might have to take a break.” “God really?” I say “Yeah, well, I just don’t know what else to do.” “Right. So until then are you going …
Making my day
“So what’s new?” A says as I put my soy latte down on the Starbucks table. She takes a very long scarf off, sending her dark mane flying upwards. “My glandular fever test was positive and my purse was stolen today,” I say, deadpan. “You?” “Oh Christ,” she says. “That’s absolutely shit. How’re you feeling?” …
It’s good that they like him considering I am developing broody tendancies
I walk across Nanna Billygean’s living room, my finished Chinese takeaway plate in hand. I reach across DoctorSister’s Husband and grab DoctorSister’s plate too. We are in Newcastle visiting an assortment of my very extended family and MindReader’s very extended university friends. The hallway is silent as I move through it. I pause at the …
Is this not the most heartwarming photo of MindReader to date?
With my newest second cousin.
Scenes from my Doctor’s surgery
“Just calling for a blood test result,” I say into the phone as I sit in traffic on the M6. Yes, that means I have ventured back into the world of law. “Was it a pregnancy test?” the receptionist says. “No,” I say sharply. “I DO NOT WANT A PREGNANCY TEST.” “Okay!” “It was a …
