I’ve had a 10 day break planned for a while. I’m in glorious countryside, surrounded by luxury and have had a lovely 5 days just pottering and feeling the healthiest I have in a long time. My partner is joining me today and we’ve been super excited about it. Then, for no reason at all, someone flicks a switch, my body from the ribs down turns to concrete and I don’t think I could get off the sofa if the house caught fire (don’t worry, it’s unlikely, all my cave man efforts have been in vain, my sofa situation means the lovely log fire I have toiled at has gone out 😩). So, if my ms has freakish powers to know when to spoil my fun, surely it’s only fair it also tells me the winning lottery numbers? I’ll be too tired to shop but the internet is an amazing thing. I feel bad for the ever suffering Stephen (partner) and would happily give him all my lottery millions in return for not seeing his brave-not-disappointed-here-we-go-again-are-you-sure-you’re-not-making-it-up face. Please add all the bad swear words you know here 😩