Bearwell to all that

The Dizzle had a teenage purge of his childhood cuddly toys, callously dumped them all in a carrier bag and chucked them out on the landing. Of course the cats decided to drag a few of them around the house just to add to the humiliation and rejection. Found this one at the bottom of the stairs. He looked like he had been drinking and I swear he had one eye on the phone and was contemplating calling The Samaritans.

Feeling better today. No real fatigue issues. Took the last of my steroids on Saturday so maybe my body will adjust quickly and I can gt back to normal. Far too much work 'though. Still, can't complain. A job's a job ...