Sister to dragons, companion to owls...

daughter to fruitbats, banquet to bedbugs.

I am a little ill, a lot stressed, and very very wummanscuppered right now. Update will wait. Despite the volume of stuff that has happened I can't think about it because of the sheer exhaustion and cruddiness, my uterus misbehaving so badly that I can't go across the road to get fud. I'm getting quite expert at sitting here clutching my gut and groaning though. Oh, and having nasty dreams...comes of spending all day in bed. So now I recount my dreams, don't feel you have to wade through this lot. It's dull and a bit gloopy.

( chickens, raves, demons, body hair... )

( Not for anyone delicate around motherhood issues )

( scenes from a witch's death )

Maybe the menopause will turn up early. I'm ready. When my menses first started I asked my mother for a pill to take it away - and funnily enough, found one that sort of did that eventually;-) Course, one can't have that sort of drug hammering round one's bod forever. Now this damn thing just hangs around and makes one week in every month a misery. This one's one of the worst I have ever had. Nature, she is, how you say, pure beeetch.

caddyman has just poured me a glass of the goodly ale, which is held in such high esteem for the loosening of stomach cramps. Hmm, I feel it working already. Perhaps I need more!