96 is the opposite of 69

Evening guysies,

I went to hospital yesterday (really? That's not like you Constanze) and there was NO ONE there. Well, not no one, but nearly no one. It makes a girl paranoid, are all the buggered blood types avoiding me? A man even told me I looked uncomfy (I was very comfy, sat cross legged and sideways on a chair, as you do) in what I suspect was a subtle ploy to get me to chuff off (or just stop showing him and his wife me knickers). The hospital conspiracy gets bigger :D I'm fairly sure it's because I arrived at that start of quiet hour (it's not quiet hour when I arrive) but you know, I have commited all those cancery crimes and whatnot. Whoops.

Yusef had returned from his travels and I was obviously very excited about this. He went to Wales for a week and it didn't rain, that's the kind of respect he commands. Mother nature is his bitch. My chimerism was 96%, the worst of all the numbers because that's 69 back wards, the opposite of a sexy position. Muy ridiculoso. I need 4% more German in me. I'll have to eat my lederhosen. Apart from that all is damn good, limited GVH, alright legs and a stomach that's only mildly angry. Constanze wins again.

On the way home I passed an old-ish man stood in a hat in the rain collecting for Cancer Research, it was proper pissing it down and yet he remained. I was already somewhat damp so I went for a chat and he's raised £71,000 in his life by just standing with his collection tub. I told him he was a legend. Not after telling him I had cancer with a creepy amount of enthusiasm. Some people are extra cool!

Off on 'holiday' tomorow. Three days at Brid, that's the best I can get without the giant elastis band Snowdon put round my neck that pings me back to Derbyshire whenever I stray too far :D

Tired. Must sleep.

Stanzistan xXx