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Today we were supposed to be getting our new couch, awesome spinny chair and pouffe, only for the delivery dude to turn up and announce that it wasn't going to fit in the doors. Of course this is after I'd hauled the old couch and two seater out with Corey. The guy didn't even try, just whipped out a tape measure and said no. To make matters worse he went back to the shop and told them he'd tried every way to get them in. Lying bastard that he is.

We did end up at the hospital yesterday, waited forever, got seen, they tried to take blood which is impossible unless they use baby fine needles and get a really talented doctor or nurse, failed to get that and sent James home and said to go back if it gets worse. He keeps saying it is, I keep saying to give the antibiotics more time to work because the next step will be getting admitted. Plus, with the hovering threat of redundancies he's still adamant about going to work this weekend. At least I persuaded him to drop the overtime he had booked and try to rest up a little. I'm not even touching the phone calls and arguments and general air of frustration that's been the theme of the day.

I guess one positive is we've saved some money.