I got my mobile phone bill yesterday, and I forgot that it would be itemised. It turned out that I also managed to phone 112, which my children inform me is the emergency services.
Just in case my humiliation wasn't complete enough, I worked out that the whole episode took place around the time I was in the ladies room at Marks and Spencer. I'm not sure exactly who was treated to that -- I don't want to know -- but I really hope it was the CSA.
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This afternoon I start tests to see if I have pancreatic cancer.
Daughter number two is taking the afternoon off school to come with me.
Not that I'm scared, or anything.
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Some days I feel like Betty Blue. Other days it's more like Betty Boop.
