I’ve taken my adult child who has learning disability for a blood test today. This is the child who screamed so loudly when she had her covid vaccine that the entire queue of about 50 people stretching outside the building into the health centre car park gave her a round of applause when we vacated the premises because they heard her screaming inside. So, it’s been weeks of prep, when I say weeks, there has been little talk of anything else in our house, approximately 15 anxiety filled text messages a day. “It’s not today is it mum, it’s not tomorrow” etc. It’s gone on and on. I’m exhausted.
 
I need a week off. Last night I dreamed I was dead and I was gutted because I wanted a holiday so badly but the airline wouldn’t let me board because I was deceased. I even said to the hostess “But I’m not like a normal dead person, you can see me and we’re having a chat” and she was like “I know, but you’re dead so your passport isn’t valid” Cowbag - she could have stowed me away in the cargo bit, I’d have paid the extra baggage if my credit card still worked. Mind you, I bet it wouldn’t have worked either on account of being dead.
 
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Blood test. My Martha, Jane the nurse and me all in a room. I was explaining Martha’s anxiety to the nurse and Martha interrupted. “Shall we just get on with it?” I shut up. No swearing, no shouting, none of us being dead. She’s only gone and bloody done the bloody blood test. She never ceases to amaze me and I’m so very proud of her and I just thought you should know.
 
There is a discount code live on British-boxers.com at the moment. Use SPRING20 for 20% off everything even if it has a reduction already. The sun is shining – it’s going to be a wonderful week
 

X Deb 
May 11, 2026