Balaclavas and snitching

Other people's husbands would probably buy them flowers.  I get a second hand balaclava.

 Oh flipping heck (or words to that effect) I’m developing more and more bald patches. I think my going out bareheaded days are well and truly numbered.  But I’ve finally found a hat I quite like, and I like the name of the company that supplied it even more – Suburban Turban.  The other-half has also helpfully dug out his green woolly balaclava for my use (see above).  How ever can I thank him?  Answers on a postcard please.

Hurrah!  My blood tests yesterday were OK so today’s chemo went ahead.  They’ve slightly changed one of the drugs I take.  I’m a bit concerned as it’s one of the anti-sickness ones (which worked so well last time) but I’ve been assured that the new one is just as good – I certainly hope so.  Watch this space.  

The other-half’s brother has been round today sorting out our leaky, wonky guttering.  He’s coming back over the next few days to paint the outside of the house.  This is all very lovely BUT he did snitch on me.  He told the other-half that I was sitting in front of the electric fire with two bars on.  Yes, I know it was a gloriously warm day but I was cold!  I shall have to get my revenge.  Maybe I’ll go outside tomorrow and wobble his ladder a bit.