Wednesday
dropped in to see Weezy. She was just out of bed, eating toast, she had just got her assessment from Hammersmith hospital. It said that next time they woudl have to have a chat about a heart and lung transplant. She's very frightened by this possibility, what if it rejected? and how many pills woudl she have to take for ever, its not a decision id like to take at all. I pointed out that she took lots of pills now..... she is inclined to "let things take their course" which seemed to mean the more or less slow death she has now. I told her the parable of the Viziers horse. She laughed....
Phoned Fivemum hopeing for a story worth laughing at, but her kids are ill again with the cold i probably gave her. Hubby is all huffy about the stove, refusing to have anything to do with installing it, claiming that he was going to do all the fireplace next year. meanwhile they genuinely risk hypothermia this winter. Fivemum had some scheme to put a flexi pipe out the window but lost enthusiasm when i told how much the pipe cost.
Dotty came round and gave me back the £100, i did ask several times if she was ok to give it back , but she insisted that she had had some good sales recently. There was some long story about the electricity cable to her van and the owners of the site, which seemed to be her reading more into actions that was there, who knows... her psychic friend has told her that "the bastards" are in hot water over our friends house , news from the "other plane".....
Gothman knocked on the door and some of his mates piled in for a cuppa, before they walked to the door he hurriedly whispered that one was his transsexual friend the other two were girls. they all seemed fine though im sure a bit wary of chatting to some old guy, If i hadn't known one was a tranie i wouldn't have noticed, just she was sort of a lager girl and we chatted about the Turner prize winner who was a TV. She was a little worse for wear after begin very drunk yesterday. They all seemed nice though and went off to the pub, mid afternoon and they hadn't made it to collage yet...
Phoned Fivemum hopeing for a story worth laughing at, but her kids are ill again with the cold i probably gave her. Hubby is all huffy about the stove, refusing to have anything to do with installing it, claiming that he was going to do all the fireplace next year. meanwhile they genuinely risk hypothermia this winter. Fivemum had some scheme to put a flexi pipe out the window but lost enthusiasm when i told how much the pipe cost.
Dotty came round and gave me back the £100, i did ask several times if she was ok to give it back , but she insisted that she had had some good sales recently. There was some long story about the electricity cable to her van and the owners of the site, which seemed to be her reading more into actions that was there, who knows... her psychic friend has told her that "the bastards" are in hot water over our friends house , news from the "other plane".....
Gothman knocked on the door and some of his mates piled in for a cuppa, before they walked to the door he hurriedly whispered that one was his transsexual friend the other two were girls. they all seemed fine though im sure a bit wary of chatting to some old guy, If i hadn't known one was a tranie i wouldn't have noticed, just she was sort of a lager girl and we chatted about the Turner prize winner who was a TV. She was a little worse for wear after begin very drunk yesterday. They all seemed nice though and went off to the pub, mid afternoon and they hadn't made it to collage yet...
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