Panto Time Again

 

This week I was going to do an AI picture of a version of 'me' in a long denim skirt. What it came back with was basically only fit for Only Fans. Honestly every single image had the most massive boobs you've seen in your life!!!! I tried about 4 or 5 different things and it kept doing it. In the end I literally had to add 'don't make it sexy' to the end.  And the image it came back with still had boobs the size of footballs. In the end I decided to leave it. 

Clearly AI thinks all women wear fishtails, have Marayln Monroe hips and the boobs of Pamela Anderson. When will AI get a proper view of what a woman is - it's disgraceful.

It's been a mix of weather this week. On Wednesday it was a perfect winters day - bright blue sky with a dry biting cold. My dog walk brightened my spirits.

On Thursday it was a different story a horrible dog walk - dark, drizzly and cold. I had such a sheen of water on my hand that every time I threw the ball with the flinger it slipped out of my hand an hurtled across the park. I nearly took out a resting seagull at one point!

In other news Dad's chest appears to be getting better. Dr thinks I now have an inner ear infection that was missed whilst the outer ear infection was treated. Thats' now being treated so watch this space. Mum seems to be picking up and carrying on with life as normal and not sure if I mentioned her ECG indicated it wasn't a stroke.

I've got the joys of a mamogram today and so I've got my NHS skirt on. The skirt used to be a favourite of mine many years ago (if a little large for me then). It's a full length flared denim skirt. I purchased it about 25 years ago. I used to wear it a lot, but once I had a baby I stopped wearing long skirts because it's just not practical walking up stairs with things flapping around your feet and ankles. Now it sits in the wardrobe waiting for the long skirt moment to come back in my life (I'm not really going to put one on to work from home and when I do dress up to go out it's either smarter stuff or work gear - so it's waiting for retirement - that will never come).

The reason it's my NHS skirt is whenever I go for a check up - whether it's down below - or up top - it's the perfect piece of clothing. It means I don't need to strip off completely and it hides my extremely wobbly stomach, that late pregnancy did nothing to improve! Trust me if you have a baby at 39 things do not snap back quickly. I've always envied those people that had morning sickness in pregnancy - often they end up thinner than they've ever been by the time they give birth. I had literally no sickness, but was commuting and only survived with copious amounts of fruit and nut chocolate and dark chocolate bounty bars. Let's just say that my physical being has never snapped back to anything resembling pre-birth. 

Now son is 17, let's face it I'm 17 years's older - I don't have high hopes of much change.

It was really difficult to concentrate with so much going on last week - or rather so much to worry about. On Friday we had a visit to doctor for son following his blood tests. I'd worked really hard not to let myself worry until I needed to and had also done a layman's analysis of what the problem was. Turns out I was right. It looks like son has inherited a thyroid problem from me, which I inherited from my dad.

Because it's quite a dramatic thing to suddenly start taking thyroid pills they decided to leave it 6 weeks, do more bloods and then make a decision. I do think this is the right thing to do. Basically once you start taking those pills you are on them for life - as son is only 17 it is a very big decision to make. I'm pretty sure he will take them though because he's feeling desperate and rubbish. Though it has to be his decision. So another 8 weeks for him to try to keep coping. Poor thing. At least it's not 100% of the time, though his itching does seem to be increasing in frequency.

On Saturday husband had a group of friends over so son and I made ourselves scarce. In the afternoon it was the local village pantomime. I really love these an afternoon of shouting 'behind you', 'boo/hiss' and - it turns out this year - in answer to Simple Simon 'None of your business'. I really love the fact that you have people of all ages in the room having a rip roaring time. Even son, who started off whispering with vitriol that he'd rather be anywhere else than watching the pantomime, admitted at the end that he'd had fun. I told him to try to remember that so that he didn't give me a blank no when I tried to encourage him to join me next year. 

I don't think it will be much fun to go on your own to Pantomime, I wonder what I'll do when son gives me a flat no. Husband gave me a flat no years ago, but I think I'm going to have to force him to join me, though if he doesn't throw himself into it then it'll probably ruin my fun too. Looks like this may have been my last pantomime... perhaps - that's sad.

In the evening I'd booked son and I into a local Stonehouse for a carvery. Not sure if you've been to one of these, they are about as 'un'posh as you can get. But the one I went to for work at Christmas in Lee-on-the-Solent was actually ok, so I thought I'd try one out locally. We did try one out by the Lido about 7 years ago. It was horrific, horrible food, horrible staff and horrible cusomers. So this time we went a bit further afield to Peacehaven.

As son is still learning to drive, but getting to that practice stage of learning he did the driving. It was very strange to be going out with my grown up son as my companion and him doing the driving. Anyway, he did a great job.

The Peacehaven carvery was ok - now I'm not going to pretend it was posh or fine dining. But for the price it was fantastic value (even though I had to spit some of the meat into a napkin because no amount of chewing was going to get rid of it). But for 2 carveries, 2 deserts and 2 drinks the grand total, including tip, was £43. Which is really not bad at all is it! The carvery itself was less than a tenner (just). So if we'd had water and no pud we could have done the whole thing for less than £20!

I suspect we'll go back, they said they were shut for a bit for a refurbishment, so who knows - it may even be a bit posher next time. 

Arriving back husband and friends had gone out - they turned up about about 11, a little bit wobbly but not too bad and shut themselves in the sun room to play music and some sort of board game - not sure what. 

Having been shattered all day I got my second wind and sat in the sitting room watching telly until I was thrown out at about 01:30 because every spare space in the house was being taken up by sleeping middle-aged men.

Sleep was challenging. To stop dog barking all night because of strangers in our house she joined us in our room. And basically kept us both awake all night wriggling, jumping on the bed, jumping off the bed, sighing etc. etc. Right up until 08:00 when she decided it was time for breakfast and stood on my chest licking my face.

Needless to say I got up, then the boys started waking up so I shoved some goodies in the oven they could all have for breakfast.

As soon as they left I went back to bed for another sleep. After that took dog out for walk and cooked supper. Then just waited for bed.

Given that my second sleep took me to midday I was surprised when I was tired for sleep again at 21:00. But actually slept all the way through until Monday morning. Hopefully all of that sleep gave me what I needed.

So anyway, that was this week. A mixed bag. Hopefully the majority of the medical stuff is coming to an end.