Off to the docs this morning to lift my skirt.

Only hope he doesn't fall for me in a BIG way. Probably will, I tend to have that effect on men with degrees. So, providing he can peel his brown eyes away from my green ones, he should be able to take care of my lumps.

After driving Mr H. to the station I knew that I needed to flash my melon sized caps at a man and the only man available is the foreign gentlemen with letters after his name.
So in a while I'll have a word in his ears about my mighty domes.
Ho hum...:(

When I'm not tutting and staring in the mirror and feeling the heat of this flare-up, I jolly well know that my much-hated knees will deflate, but in the meantime I'm running out of patience.
So the sensible thing to do is to be reassured by the medic man from Espana, that this pain, this tautness and tightness isn't the beginning of something worse.

Drama Queen? Of course but I have every right to worry on account of so far being extremely lucky in having the blasted disease under control. Yet now, for some reason, my joints are giving me a good kick-in. I'm walking, but not effortlessly. As for dancing or anthing else which requires knee action, you're having a laugh...!

(Mr H. bless him, doesn't demand acrobatics of any kind.)


Cooking today:
Cream Crackers, Tea, Mango Yoghurt, Tea, One Apple, Tap Water, Thin Steak. Tea.
And bowlful of milk-soaked sugared-up Chocolatey Squares:)

Knee Update Will Appear Later...:)