One time only

 

I don't usually complain, on this platform at least, but today I'm going to. I may be hanging my dirty washing out in public but hey, I'm mad as f@*!.

Yesterday morning, with a full itinerary - I won't bore you with details, I asked my hubby if he would do me a lovely favour and slice my loaf of bread (wheat & rye sourdough) and stick it in the freezer. I honestly expected him to say 'sure honey' (but without the honey as he never calls me that). Instead I got 'sure, if you do me a lovely favour and take the old carpet to the tip'. What a stupid, idiot he is. Not only was I mad but I was upset, it made me really sad he couldn't slice a loaf of bread without contention. I did it myself, was nearly late for an appointment but hey! Thank you so much Mark! To be fair, it was his first day off, and I'm sure he had lots of plans too but really? A loaf of bread?! Worth upsetting your gorgeous wife who bought you an Easter egg! 

I was driving the other day when a woman drove past me at a roundabout. I only caught a glimpse but she was so tanned (probably fake but I'm not an expert). It looked not only horrible but very wrong. All the way home I then considered other things where too much is just too much. My findings (my opinions) are yes -1. being too thin can be too thin. I can say this because I endeavour to be thin. I'm not blame shaming as a very thin person could be ill but it's not a good look. 2. Being too clever? Not sure about this one, except I know a few very clever people who are idiots. 3. Being too rich? This is one I'd like to investigate. I imagine having gazilions is hard. The risks, the admin, the headaches, so much to spend and hopefully donate, what a responsibility! But I'd give it a shot. 

I went to give blood last night. It was my 10th donation so I got a badge (see pic). It was exciting, though 10 is not a big number. It took me a while to donate in Scotland after moving here and then I couldn't give for years after having anaphylaxis. And then they stopped drop ins and you had to have an appointment which I never managed to get. COVID happened and then finally I started donating again. But not last night! Alas, I have to wait 28 days after returning from St. Vincent! Luckily I found this out before she stabbed me to check my iron levels. Disappointing. I asked if I had to give the badge back, but I didn't because even though I didn't give any blood (not even a drop for iron testing) I had turned up,so it's classed as a donation. Very weird. 

I hope you have a great Easter and eat lots of chocolate eggs. Next week I'll be writing to you from Tenerife as Ellie and I head there on Tuesday. Can't wait! Mum and daughter week away in the sun! Take care and stay happy.

If poison expires does it get more poisonous or become not poisonous at all?