|Yay for Eurovision!|
I thought the standard of acts was improved over last year but
that it lacked the insanity and whimsy that I come for.
|Me? Angry? Like Little Bunny Froo-Froo impotently angry?|
Pshaw, surely you jest!
Seen plenty of lovely clothes about but not actually bought anything. We're really tight this month for some reason (I haven't budgeted it this tight) so I have no spare cash again. We're getting air-bricks put in to try and combat our damp (I recall this not helping where we used to live, but a builder said we needed them and he's the husband of one of Tilly's friends so I guess his opinion is more learned than anything I could bring to bear).
|Tilly doesn't like playing chess with me: apparently I win too|
often and it makes her resent playing.
In other news, Tilly is ill again - her back continues to cause immense pain without sign of ending and her iron levels are low again (taking supplements causes her to feel bloated and the tablets prescribed to deal with that make her ankles swell, her mouth go dry and her teeth to hurt - all of which are indeed listed as potential side-effects). Her work continues to bring in much respect etc so she's off with the narcissist at the moment.
And that's about it.