My cold seems to be getting worse. It’s not that I’ve a runny nose as such, I could cope with that – it’s that horrible snotty thing when it keeps going down the back of your throat. Yuck! And it’s making me cough all of the time, including all through the night which is keeping everyone awake. We’ve all got that zombie look about us. The worrying thing is, when that has happened in the past, it’s ended up affecting my chest. And let’s be honest here – there enough chest to affect.

Being tired is making me irritable too – I’m well aware of the fact so I’m consciously biting my tongue. Literally at one point, so that will no doubt end in an ulcer.

The cat is in my bad books too. Whenever I did manage to drop off to sleep last night she kept waking me up. So she loves me, but does she have to insist on keep proving the fact. It’s a big enough bed for her to sleep between us, but oh no, that isn’t good enough. She has to lie on my back, my arm or my chest and when that failed and I kept pushing her away, she resorted to sleeping on my pillow. It was like trying to sleep with a pneumatic drill right by your ear. And she just doesn’t take the hint. Even when you’re so pissed off, grumpy, with a headache and really tired that you’ve thrown her off the bed – ten minutes later she’s back again.

I know what you’re thinking – why not take her downstairs and shut the door. Did that. The constant scratching on the door and meowing was nearly as bad as the purring in my ear. Her own form of Chinese water torture. I gave very serious thought to chucking her outside and if it hadn’t been pouring down with rain and I wasn’t an animal lover; I’d have done just that. She eventually gave in and went to sleep – half an hour before the alarm went off that is.

It’s OK for her, she went back to bed after breakfast this morning. I wonder if people will assume I’m mad if I keep popping home to wake her up?

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Eldest is struggled with his nice self at the moment. His best friend, the Best Man, now can’t make the wedding. He’s had the chance of back packing around the world with some other friends and has decided to go. Son is obviously pleased for him but at the same time a little bit disappointed that he’s not going to be there for him on his big day and can't work it that he ends up in Rhodes at that time. They’ve been friends since they met at playgroup and he’s obviously upset. Every one we’ve suggested to take his place, he doesn’t want. He’s told his dad that he wants him to be Best Man now. Apparently if the Bride’s father traditionally gives her away, then his Dad can kind of give him away too. He’s always been there for him and he’s never let him down (see Nice Self just can’t help it). And I can write the Best Man’s speech for him. Yes, aren’t I the lucky one? Never mind, I’m sure it will work itself out in the end.