Hypochondria rules!

Well... today, as always on a Saturday, was a very uneventful day.
Don't get me wrong, I *like* uneventful days, very relaxing.

As per normal we went for shopping (oh... and b.t.w. there is this song we have now heard twice on radio 2, last week on 'Chris Evans' and this morning on 'Jonathan Ross' but I can't work out which one it is. It goes something like 'dum dum dum dum dum, it's easy to get girls' but that is about all we can remember except for the addictive tune, PLEASE let us know if you know what it is ;-)) and after shopping to Johns mum for lunch.

Had an absolutely lovely pie with corned beef and probably all sorts of hidden healthy bits since she is afraid we don't get enough nurturing I think. Again, very uneventful.

Slumped on the couch reading part 3 of the earth children 'The Mammoth hunters', brilliant again...

So .. just now... I went to the toilet to have a pee... and my wee smelled SOOOOOO strange. Like not a BIT strange, but a lot strange, like a chemical reaction had taken place in my body without warning and the waste leaked out.

Since John kept on commenting today how tired I looked I immediately went to the mirror to look for any other signs of rapid deterioration but couldn't see anything.

It was one of those moments I am glad I have the relationship with John that I have in sofar as I can say 'my wee smelt funny' and he says 'yeah mine too, mum must have put asparagus in the pie'.

PHEW!!!

I am NOT dying! Hooray. Had a nice titter together over my line of thinking, subject closed.

Time to have something to eat to get over the shock ;-)