Do NOT mention the C word until tomorrow - at the EARLIEST!!

That thing that happens in December, yes December, NOT November, October or worse September, but December, is too fast approaching. Of course, as every year I am totally unprepared. Well, that's a slight exaggeration; I do have some stuff done, but it all gets so muddled up in my head.

It is like I have the little Angel and Devil of 'that-time-of-year' on my shoulders trying to confuse me...

Angel: oh my... what are you doing? It's in 26 DAYS and you have got nothing prepared!!!

Devil: hey, don't worry about it you have stuff, it's ok, you'll be fine. Forget about it, it isn't for another 3 WEEKS!!!

I'm not sure either of them are on my side. I do know that they are in league with Liam, and so he is of little or no help what-so-ever.

Me: oh my... what am I doing? It's in 26 DAYS and I have got nothing prepared!!!

Liam: I don't know... it's in 3 weeks, and I trust that you'll just magically appear on eve-of-that-time with stuff... er... I'm just going to do some blog/palimpsest/hiding

And just to help it all along nicely, my chronic fatigue seems to have reared it's ugly sleepy head again. Just when I really thought it was all gone and done with. I was so happy being able to see friends/shop/do craft/watch films without having to sleep before/after/during. Thing is I'm too tired to be frustrated. The only good thing about it happening now is it tied in with a follow-up clinic with the Consultant; one which I was thinking cancelling as there didn't seem much point in wasting NHS time and money if I was well. Glad, now, on my Dr's advice, that I didn't cancel it. Fluke - Fate - Timing whatever, it was good to have the opportunity to see him. So repeat visit soon; take vitamin supplements; had bloods taken; don't rule out it being linked with stress and SAD. ahhhhhh

On a brighter note: Holly said to me the other day "Mummy, I dreamt you and me got married. It was wonderful. It was. And I had a really lovely night's sleep." how sweet

I must start remembering stuff she tells me, like Liam does, 'cos she is so funny. Actually, THIS morning she woke and said "Happy St Andrews Day, Daisy." x

OK, I'm starting to waffle as I've nothing else to say. I'll try and call back soon. You all take care now. xx x x x x