Well another day closer and the nerves are begining to take its toll. Had a crazy text off cousin Gina to inform me that hubby has shaved his head and is looking more like a sun burnt brillo pad as we speak.
Then son came home to inform me that him and other cousin whom I call Alf Garnett, have decided that they might wear kilts to wedding. Needless to say I need the voddie drip fed to me now as son is six foot tall and Alf is five food and a fag paper, not a sight a woman of my age should behold.
Had a nice evening though, some faithful friends came to my aid to get me through my mad times, just to remind me of the even madder times we had over the years.
For some reason over the last few days I have been missing my friend Caroline who sadly died two years ago. I think of her often but lately I seem to miss her just that little bit more. She is probably just letting me know that she is standing by me enjoying the fact that my marbles are a bit looser than usual.
My poor hubby is a diamond. He is taking all this in his stride and dealing with the fact that he is working nights and his wife is phoning him in the middle of the night to make sure he has enough food in his lunch box. Why in heavens name I am calling it his lunch box when he is working night I will never know but for some reason supper box does not sound the same.
Well another day tomorrow lets see what surprises lie in store for me then.
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