What a relief. I abandoned this site on Saturday morning, frustrated at being told once again that my log in details were invalid and somewhat alarmed that we seemed to be turning into one of those shouty places where members are more concerned with having the last word than providing support and advice to patients, partners, relatives etc. It was good to return this morning to discover that Health Locked had become Unlocked and that sanity had been restored.
But that’s not what I came to witter on about. I came to witter on about something entirely different. It is exactly two years since I realised that something very strange was happening to my body. This July, instead of bloating and blood tests, we are setting off on Friday for a week in Wales – in a cottage attached to Maesyronnen Chapel near a village called Glasbury in Powys. (It wasn’t designed to be an anniversary holiday. Just the way it happened.)
Now, packing for Wales is usually easy. Waterproof mac, wellies, thick jumpers, gloves, scarf etc. And if its winter, you might want to add the thermal underwear. Trouble is, I’m finding it hard to get my head round that whilst I’m languishing indoors in London dressed in a vest and denim shorts.
What makes is worse is that Mr I T man seriously thinks that I can cram everything I need for a week’s holiday into one small rucksack. An overnight-stay sized rucksack, not even a weekend rucksack. (I can’t believe that he also seriously thinks that I’m going to abide by this.)
Please, if you are in that part of the country, have a look at the weather forecast on Thursday and let me know what it is planning to do in that area next week so that I know whether to pack wellies or sandals in my rucksack and bright pink travel bag
Love Mary xx
OMG!! I can’t believe that, the spellchecker replaced wellies with willies!!!!!!!!!!!!!