C'est Le Weekend: Roar!

It is the weekend.

I went and bought myself an enamel oven dish and a new pair of black (and according to the husband, ill-fitting) pants.

I'm happy with both, regardless of my fat bottom which would never look good in any pants.

(My opinion, not the husband's - bless his blessed silence).

Then I bought haloumi cheese and expensive wine which was marked down.

The Volvo was fixed for a pittance, giving us a few extra weeks to find a different car.

I dragged all 3 boys, kicking and screaming, to the garden centre to buy a spray-thing to remedy the dying lawn.

Sigh.

Money spent, little left.

Oh well.

Now the weekend looms and I'm in a funk.

The 3 boys and I are visiting my friend Elma this weekend, in her new house with her well-behaved girls.

I had heart palpitations and weight-loss but this turned around and is now drum-less weight gain again.

This is a thyroid problem.
Alternating between hypers and hypos.

Replete with brittle hair, dry skin and the blues.

Just 3 more weeks until my appointment with the endocrinologist.

I have all my hopes pinned on this person.

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