I had another headache today.
It came on late morning and I couldn’t shake the bloody thing. In a strange case of spending-money-where-you-get-it-from I ended up buying some paracetamol from my own garage. I felt better this afternoon but the short drive home, with headlights glaring at me from the opposite direction, meant I felt quite queasy by the time I got in and had to lie down for a bit.
Philippa is starting to worry and wants me to go to the doctor. She said maybe it’s related to work stress and is down to the extra pressure of management. I said maybe it’s down to marriage stress and we should stop talking about the wedding for a while.
She left me alone after that.
In better news - I got to use one of my all-time favourite words in the body of this blog posting. See if you know me well enough to spot which one it is. (I’ll give you the answer tomorrow)
RC 17-2-15
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