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I have been spending more time sitting on my writing chair lately, partly because that’s where I am happiest and partly because I am trying to ignore what’s going on in my head.
There is no sign of the results of my recent scan, although I am not holding my breath. I already know I won’t like what they say, whether bad or indifferent.
Luckily, I can hold the pain back each day with paracetamol so I can get things done. But the evenings are stormy, so I curl up on the couch and try to sleep. Most of the time, I am fighting back tears and my temper as my hatred for it all builds.
So, yesterday, when a laundry-changing day turned hilarious, I welcomed the chance to laugh at the situation and myself.
It was time to change the sheets on all the beds, and all was going well until I reached the duvets. The first one was no problem. (I have a system that works well for me, no more climbing inside! Something I learned on Instagram!)
The second duvet went in but didn’t fit, and no amount of pulling, pushing, or mindless flapping would make it fit. I sat on the bed, trying not to lose my temper and wondering what was going on. I had done this job a million times before.
It suddenly came to me right up to the moment I was about to rip everything to pieces. Anita’s duvet is six inches shorter than mine. I had literally been trying to put a gallon into a pint pot!
Moments like these have been happening a lot lately, leaving me in no doubt that I am either losing my mind or slowly descending into dementia. But at least they are amusing.
On the good side, despite my problems, I am writing again. Lots of lovely words and ideas keep turning up. I am also reading and reviewing, so life has not totally deserted me…
I do hope your week is behaving well for you too…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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