Flat pack furniture

According to Mammy2's workmate if you, as a couple, can assemble flat pack furniture without a row, you're destined to be together. I never saw that written in any of our horoscopes but I suppose there has to be some truth in it. Thankfully, we had good fun doing it. Only because I am shocking at reading instructions and this involving putting the front onto the back and god knows what else. As a result though we are very familar with the ins and outs of our newest bookshelf. And it looks well impressive. Like I said to Mammy2 whenever we move into our own place, we may not own any beds or kithchen applicances but we have room for our books :) The bookcase we had was fairly full as its only a small one and Mammy2 has been talking about getting a proper one for ages. So we took a trip to BarginTown which is all of 10 minutes walk from us. We bought a bookshelf and I had already warned Mammy2 that it was all we were getting. The running joke about lesbians and furniture stores exist for a reason. We left with a
bookshelf and a wine rack. They are both lovely but in fairness! We shouldn't be let out.

Mammy2 had a bit of scare last week. She woke me, really upset and out of breath. She couldn't seem to catch it and was really worked up. She has asmtha but it never really affects her. Not since we moved into our current above. Which has wooden floors. She was really upset. I tried calmed her down, getting her to focus on her breathing. Eventually she was able to breathe normally. She calmed down enough to go back to sleep, but the following day she told me she was convinced that she was dying. She was embaressed to talk about it, but she said she was getting really bad tingling in her left side from her shoulder all down her body and then her breathing went. She was getting upset and so she woke me up the poor thing. She has appointment with the doctor on Friday before we head to the clinic. She was chatting to her sister A about it and the sister said something similar had happened to her husband and he went to the doc and it was all sorted. Fingers crossed its something straight forward.

I hadn't heard from the kid in a week or so, so on Friday when the phone rang I guessed something was up. She had gone to use the hair voucher I got her. Unfortunately because her hair was so damaged she needed more money then was on the voucher to cover it. I had to leave work early on Friday and head into House Of Colour and fix up the rest of it. Apparently I was a great big sister, the hairdresser's words , not the kids. She was up to her neck in hair dye. The poor boyf sat in reception playing his computer game. He has the patience of a saint. We txted her later that night to see how it went and she replied saying it was fab but it took the hairdresser 4 and half hours to fix it. The kid has damaged her hair from all the dying and stuff she's done with it. The hairdresser stayed until 7.30 to work on it. The place closes at 6 and on a Friday evening I'm pretty sure the hairdresser would like to have been elsewhere.
I am impressed with them though so I reckon if she needs her hair doing again she'll be going there. They dropped in on Sunday morning to us as they had missed their bus. She had a fashion shoot with a mate's sister. The poor boyf was lugging a suitcase full of her clothes. Have I mentioned how this bloke is as close to sainthood as is possible?

The clinic trip looms and as it does I get more nervous. I've heard various stories about what's going to happen and none of it I like. But its best to get the ball rolling. At least this way we will know the story and can decide how we want to proceed from there. We have our true life movie night on the Sat, I hadn't realised it was the day after the clinic. I hope there's not bad news, else I won't be the best of company. I'm sure things will be fine, titches always assume the worst. I was chatting to the mate J about it over email and I mentioned what someone had said about a camera and she replied along the lines of don't be worrying about tv crews. It made me laugh. I had this image of a full crew complete with cameras and microphones arriving into the room and the ovaries in the makeup place getting all fixed up for their close ups. Yes, my mind is a strange place.