"Are you getting breakfast in .....

....in bed on Sunday?" (x2)
Me: "No my dogs have learnt that trick yet."

Which is what I thought about saying after I left the butchers yesterday. Both butchers asked me. It was CD1, no surprises as I'm a rabid POAS, kind of infertile. Instead I just said no and half laughed it off. The butchers had just assumed that I have children. I got home and rang J, burst into tears and ranted about all the Mother's day stuff in my face even in the supermarket. Can't even pick up a can of lentils without it being suggested as a great gift.

So I'm expecting a phone call this afternoon with a confirmation of a negative Beta and when to pick up my meds. I must be crazy, there goes the hope of a sewing machine and the plumber came today to tell us that the pipes are completely broken and they have to dig them up and replace them. It's a fairly urgent as the toilet keeps getting blocked. I'm sure a new ager would claim that both J and are blocked and that the house is reflecting that or something similar.


I'll end with some good news. I started sewing lessons a couple of weeks ago and absolutely love them. I go twice a week as I'm still on leave. Not only that, but I'm quite good at it. I might even get around to taking up hems, being the short arse that I am.