The moral of the story is don’t be a nob like me, check your legs for pitting regularly. For none hearties, that means pressing your fingers on your ankle, and watch to see if the colour/depression springs back quickly or takes it’s time. If it take it’s time, you have more fluid in there than you should and action should be taken.
A lot has happened since I last blogged. I’ve entered the last year of my 30’s. I’ve organised a charity pub quiz. I’ve met John Barrowman & The Krankees (life goals amirite?!).
Mr W and I have a theory. We believe some moments were always going to happen, and will be remembered forever by the people that experience them. We call them fixed points in time.
My partners, male family, friend’s menfolk, time & time again the world stops when blokes have a cold. Many have been heard to utter “I’m dying”, as they reach for they tissues to once again blow their nose like a trumpet sounding a death note.