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Anthony is okay. I'm so glad. He's at home now and making other arrangments for this week. Boy Sets Fire and cinema club for Narnia, so its not a complete right off for him. He still hasn't pee'd it out. The pain was the stone stuck in his kidney. I wonder if he'll feel it when he pees it out? Will he be able to see it?

I saw on Casualty once some bloke with kidney stones and he was screaming blue murder. So I am glad Ant is okay.

Instead of whatever plans I had, I stayed in today, only going out to Checkers. I cleaned and stuff, and got very bored. What an anticlimax. I'm sure its cos I am a bit hormonal but I am bit fed up today, cos I was looking forward to today. I'll be glad to be back at work though. Money is always useful. I bought 2 of Joshua's pressies. Well, one of them is a proper present, and the other is a silly thing but saying that, I know he will like it.

I really don't know what to get him. Also shopping here is a bit limited. He does have a wishlist, but it's all sensible stuff or stuff I don't really know about (therefore can't really decide if its a good present) or out of my price range and also I feel a bit cheap buying him a sensible practical present. It seems like a waste really. For instance, from my point of view, if it was a sensible and useful present, whats to say I won't go out and buy myself one before Xmas, or that I don't have it already? Yeah Joshua, Merry Christmas, have this geek book which you need for work, although saying that, that would make your working time easier, adn thus impact on your life in general rather than say something else I don't know.

I'm in a wierd mood today.

I made dinner and it was toad in the hole, with calabrese (broccoli) but the sweet potato didn't cook in time so we didn't bother. Just as well as I can tell you now it would have given me gas, stinking gas and terrible Diarrhoea (I think I spelt it right now) and I'm already suffering from the stomach grippling cramps. I'm getting bored of this. I wouldn't mind but today I've eaten a ham sandwich, some tea, some cranberry juice and then my toad in the hole. Ah well. I expect its attributed to me steadily descending into a a massive grump feeling sorry for herself for absolutely no reason at all other than because I CAN.

Also, whilst browsing the NHS Direct website, I read a lot about Anal Fissure and Actinomycosis (I don't know what the last one is other than something about a lumpmy jaw.)

In other news I have no idea what I want for Christmas.