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Cut the grass last night as, like Claire’s, the garden’s looking like it’s had a dose of magic fertiliser. Was sensible for a change and just did the back, the front can wait till tonight, so at least I got tea at a halfway sensible time and my back was only whining a bit! We really, really need to get someone in to top all the leylandii since we can’t get rid of them altogether and I am stuffed if I’m trying to do it myself again. The buggers are back up to about 18 foot tall and the ones at the front are about a month off bringing down the phone line…
Tizzie-winkle and Dr Crag are coming tomorrow. Think I’ll make toad in the hole with home made gravy and mash as it’s a) veggie (proper veggie i.e. no fish) b) I can make it with soya milk for dairy-free Lizzie and c) we like it!
Still no sign of my performance review and Mike won’t tell me when it will be. I believe the deadline is tomorrow.
I had the worst period pain ever this morning. I couldn’t work - I was sat at my desk with clenched fists and gritted teeth trying not to groan aloud. And that was after paracetamol and ibrupofen. It’s getting worse month by month. At this rate going back on the pill might have to be an option.