I’ve been left a voice mail from my oncologist at Weston park hospital and to get in touch with him. I’ve just spoken to him and Fuck. I wish I hadn’t. I was having a alright day. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Things are pretty smitten right now, I’ve got paid and I’ve been to IKEA to actually order our new bed and mattress as I’m so tired of sleeping on the floor (pardon the pun) I’ve ordered our new Laura Ashley wallpaper and that’s on its way to us, I’ve sorted most things for Lakes room… Continue reading I’m looking forward