In my corner

Of the sofa, with a brew, my bottle of pop, my photon tank (posh e cig) and Pink Floyd on the telly box.

Makes up for the fact that my boy is away in Wales and one of the neighbours has been a right git to Corin...he is quite chilled about it, I want to go and wring his neck. Some people are just so bloody rude.

Have made an appointment for the Doctors. Can't bury my head in the sand for much longer. So the blood tests and appointments begin again.