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[	Current Music	|	NOne boo	]

Eak! its been so long since I have updated this and I feel so guilty to have neglected this.
Nothing exciting has happened in my life and I thought I wouldn't bore you with my daily activities I was never going to be one of these people who blog every moment of there lifes ( I would probably be sued for boring you all to death)
So what am I doing right now? Well I am using a computer in the ARC in Swansea as part of a digital stories class. Yes I should be working but luckily the teacher is busy helping my friend Helen who dragged me here ( not realising that we would have to be writing and using a computer)
Anyway I thought I would share with you the narration I had to write to put over the digital photos that are slideshowed together.

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[	Current Music	|	Bee Gees staying alive	]

OK my Gran sent me this poem by snail mail I thought I would share with a added picture of the Boss of my house, well she likes to boss the other two around and she likes to pretend she's a Chav. The other my corpulant cat, my king , my fluffy kins ,my friend twiggles.Who looks rather stern but is a real sweetheart really

Dignified and proud I stand

And you all jump to my command.

The slightest gesture, slightest sound

Command respect from all around.

No one dare pinch my special chair

No one defy my baleful stare

If slight discomfort I endure

Then you’ll regret it, be quite sure

But when my servants all obey

Then great rewards come their way

I’ll let them touch my honoured head

I’ll even creep into their bed

I’ll even sing them my own song

And keep them up all night long

And give the presents – if I must

Why do they view them with disgust?

Yes! I’m the Boss and I’m the King

But oh alas there’s one small thing

That I can’t do, it’s such a sin

PLEASE! Open up my cat food tin.

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[	Current Mood	|	bitchy	]
[	Current Music	|	I have a headache	]

Oy Vey - a long moan I apologise.

So it’s been a bad week. First I had my days mixed up so I spent Sunday panicking and Monday morning desperately trying to re arrange dates.
Tuesday, the Specialist. And to my surprise and horror and a little confusion he asked me to bring in someone with me next time, so he can see how I am away from the abnormal situation of being prodded poked and analysed by people. Luckily Jon has agreed to come with me. Though I have now got a long list of things Jon can not tell the man, ( Jon holds many of my deepest darkest secrets and I don't just mean my tigger collection and were I stash the chocolate).
Wednesday, I have my operation. Eek PAIN PAIN PAIN, I have stitches where without giving childbirth you should not have stitches. More men have touched me in those places than I have slept with this is a cruel creul joke. The thing the neglected to mention was that you can't go home after a general aesthesia if you live alone. BIT LATE TO TELL ME THAT WHEN I AM ALREADY THERE, so luckily my father came to the rescue and stayed with me. I can't begin to tell you how surreal it was for my father to tell me to go to bed. Thursday I felt sorry for myself and slept most of the day.

Friday, another medical this time to prove to them I am unfit for work (though it was them that signed me off in the first place). The Doc was nice he agreed and I went on my merry if some what painful way.  On my way home I felt ill dizzy and I little coldy, I thought maybe I had just overdone it. Got home, still felt ill, laid down. Then  I felt sick, started to worry. Phoned Docs. Went in to see docs. I already knew my temp was fine and my blood pressure but he had to check. He didn't even check the site of the operation hmmmmm. Said I probably have a weakened immune system (its already screwed we all know that its in my notes) He says go home, go to bed act like its the flu if you feel worse call the emergency GP or come back in  onMonday,  here's some antibiotics. HUMP! Does this have anything to do with the fact that this was 5.45pm on a friday night?

So sod the diet! (I've lost 17Ibs if anyone wants to know)
I am going to bed with a load of movies and feeling very sorry for myself. NOW GIVE ME THE GAWD DAMN CHOCOLATE.