Poor Robyn, she's running a house of pain. Sydney the Grumpy Cat is sick - she really was sick for a couple of days, now she's just ill and not eating. She's very sorry for herself.
So am I. We went shopping a day early because I'm up at hospital tomorrow when we normally go. I was in agony, in spite of painkillers.
When I got there, there were no disabled buggies, so I had to go out into the car park again to collect one that someone took to their car. It was just a bit too much for me.
I made it round and then when we left it was pouring with rain. I forgot where I'd parked and walked back to where I'd picked up the buggy by mistake. It was too much all over again.
The rest of the day I was in a lot of pain and in the evening was nauseous myself.
Sydney now hides underneath my chair, which is either because she wants to be with someone who is ill or because it's the one place where I can't stroke her.
As I said, house of pain.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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