Yesterday Jayne went into Crawley hospital to have some brain scans, basically to see if there is anything to worry about with the headaches she has been getting. She came back with something called a headache diary where you have to write down every headache you get and give it marks out of ten for severity, duration and artistic interpretation. ((I am guessing a bit. Haven’t actually studied it))
And then she went to Frankie & Charlie’s NYE party, after which I had to practically carry her home… she says that this morning’s headache was self-inflicted and totally expected so it doesn’t count so she is not writing anything down. Just as well really. If there is any justice it would have been right off the scale!
Surely in today’s world you shouldn’t use a bit of photocopied paper for that sort of thing anyway. Sounds like a candidate for a blog.
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