Smokey situation

Anyone new to my journal is probably thinking I spend all of my time in bed. And they'd be rightIt's the opposite to be honest.



My dad has the results of his first period of cancer treatment on Friday. None of us are looking forward to that, obviously and I'm feeling quite nauseous when I think about it for too long. Crossed fingers.

The icing on the cake (or is it the straw that broke the camels back?) is that my other half has started secretly (!?) smoking again. Fecks sake. I mean really?

Really?