Iām trying to write something to express how shit life is and I canāt really find the words.
Iām giving up, I canāt find the words, Iām slightly drunk, 2 of my pool team mates are arguing over shit and you want to grab them and tell them that thereās more to life than they knowā¦
You have to hang in there BT. The world culture may have become obsessive with āselfā and ālook at meā and all the shit storm politic of the self obsessed cunts, but stories like the ones above show that there are still times when people show their better side and that they do actually care. Hang on to that when the world being shit depression kicks inā¦
Are they āimprovingā the testing then @saintbletch ?
When we were told that the girls had larger then normal nuchal folds we were offered the choice of 2 tests, amniocentesis or chorionic villus sampling, both had a chance of causing miscarriage so we declined. Our neo-natal doctor kept pushing for us to have the tests. We werenāt given any advice on top of that!
The girls are 8 at the end of this month and Iām glad we decided not to have any tests, theyāre hard work but theyāre worth it.
So I get home this evening from a day working in Chippenham (actually Iāve been there all week, but only stayed over last night - in a Premier Inn (yes, I know), but thatās neither here nor there). Anyway, my ever-loving wife is in something of a flap, because sheād been to West Quay with her younger daughter and realised just before I got home that sheād left her debit card in the parking ticket machine at Ikea.
She phoned Ikea, to see if her card had been found and handed in - seemed like a fair bet before phoning the bank to cancel the card. And it turns out that somebody had found the card in the ticket machine and handed it in. And who among us wouldnāt have done the exact same thing?