Photo trapped on my phone of huge black rubbish sack full of my current prescription. Nursie decided to stock up on seaweed, which would have been fine, but it was me wot had to drag it from chemist's to doctor's surgery.
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Still not quite with it - left handbag in unlocked car for over an hour. Oblivious, enjoying Hebrew National lentil soup, with sesame bagel and smoked mackerel (but the ghee grabbed because closer to hand than butter was a mistake).
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AC Milano! I have a plan.. Are you ever free on a Thursday morning? While renewing Grayson Perry's biography at the library today, discovered a new poetry writing workshop [first visit free]; it only started this morning. 10.30am-12.30pm. You could try writing in English. I could try writing. It's 2.7km door to door for you, even closer for me...
Final (we all hope) shopping indulgence of the week. For less than the price of one decent pair of United Nude footwear, an entire year's supply of Associated Dairies clothing (only second visit this year - used to go fortnightly). And I'll probably take half of it back anyway... Promise not to descend into perpetual list writing, but here we go nonetheless: 3 pairs French knickers, 6 t-shirts (including one baby doll style, which wouldn't have been worrying if I hadn't found it in the children's section), 2 pairs jeans, 1 pair khakis, 2 jumpers (one on sale), and a pair of wellingtons (have been using same blue pair since aged about 12, and they're now half a size too small). Have you noticed just the merest hint of self-justification creeping in? Hmmmm.
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And 4 pairs of pyjamas. Now, why would anyone need 4? Because I've been wearing the same singular pair since last October; never needed them before the first bloody operation. And why need them now? Because you're constantly wandering around through the night, and it's no fun naked. And because they're always in the wash because of the sodding hot flushes.
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