Thursday 8th December.
Thursday is bin day in our house. This bin day there has been rather a lot of my hair going into it.
It's been another okay day, nothing to write home about except my hair is falling out.
I went to the shops early and kept as far away from people as I could as this week my white cells are having a holiday. The lady at the post office was moaning about being fed up and not wanting to be at work, I did for one wicked moment think that I could make her feel really, really awkward and ask if she wanted to swap places with me but I'm not like that, in fact I felt quite mean even thinking it.
Anyway, normally my life is good, I love my life and I wouldn't swap with anybody, I just have this rather large problem to sort out to get back on track, hopefully.
I got some shower wash and body lotions from the local organic shop, no parabens or nastiness in them, I don't think it will harm using them. My husband did look a little bemused when I picked up the shampoo and conditioner as well, but he didn't comment, he's very wise.
I don't even know why I picked them up, forward planning maybe or force of habit.
I wrote the last few Christmas cards to post and we walked the dogs to the post box, when we got there they wouldn't fit in, such a tiny opening in the post box, made me laugh though.
On the way to the post box we got talking to one of our locals, there are only fourteen houses in the village and we knew that our neighbour had had breast cancer, and one other lady possibly, but it turns out from what we learned today that I am number five. That really shocked me, such a high number, they are all fine thankfully. Three of us moved to the area, so it's nothing to do with the area.
Another quiet evening, I'm going to bed early as I've been awake since 2:30am, it was a long night last night.
Stop this ride... I want to get off!!!
