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What Happened To All Of The Spoons?
I seem to have hit a distinct spoon shortage.
My guess is that it’s a combination of the lupus symptoms, a mild sinus infection that’s been going on for a while plus a cold courtesey of Son No.2. Sitting and typing isn’t a problem but as soon as I try to do something physical, I’m reduced to a quivering wreck pining wistfully for a nice warm bed. When this happens at 1pm when the only thing you’ve done is a 40 minute trip to the shops, this ain’t normal!
We cleared some of the rubbish out of the loft at the weekend. It almost killed me…
The next time someone wibbles on about the need to take enough physical exercise, I may just have go for their throat. Would this be classed as justifiable homicide, I wonder…?
