Being unwell, is crap

Ok so I'm I'll. I've felt rough as Clive Owen's chin for a few days, and it's developed into full blown "unwell". It has given me some time to reflect on things that I usually don't care about. Like our upstairs bathroom, I mean it's a nice bathroom, about 8'x8' but while sitting on the toilet I can't see out the window as it's behind me, how stupid is that. I live opposite a massive field full of cows, surrounded by woods and I'm forced to sit here 5 hours a day looking at plasterboarded walls. The downstairs bathroom doesn't have a window so I don't have to worry about toilet placement in there... But we feed the cats in that room so it smells like GoCat. Better than smelling of my arse though I suppose.

In other news this week, me and my girlfriend celebrated our 1 year anniversary this week. In a year I've moved 200 miles, got engaged, succesfully tried for a baby (due April) and I have learnt what it is I need to get on with my girlfriends 12 year old daughter.. Strongbow

Until next time America