Pity Party

Having just a little pity party for myself.
Feel very frustrated at the timing of this rib breaking episode.
I am sick of the pain every time I move and the drugs make me zonked out.

I am trying to tell myself it could be a hell of a lot worse, and at least it's temporary, but with all that I have on at the moment it seems enormous.
This f'ing birthday party we are having here needs a lot of preparation, as far as getting the garden tidier, house organised.
It's just to the point now where they'll have to accept it as it is.
Not that it's a disgrace, don't get me wrong but these people know what they're going to eat on every different day of the week, every week.
Their house is like a hospital, I am not joking or exaggerating.
Plus I know my poor man gets majorly stressed leading up to them coming. I
should just realise that nothing will be good enough and so too bad!
But I like to have a go - but it's for him not them.

Financially I need to be dropping books tomorrow so there's a little extra cash coming in two weeks. I'll try. Don't have to carry too many at once, Small Man will help me I think.
Big A aka Captain Pugwash going tuna fishing for the weekend, so a freezer full of Albacore will be lovely, and feed us for a while!!!!


Take care,
G
xx