Plague 75

 Hello its the one handed typist here . Well lifes so boring ive little to tell anyone , still cant do a lot with my right arm , but at least its not getting worse . Its a good job im used to a body that does as it wants , years of shingles teaches you that one . Mr BH just laughs at me , yesterday i got stuck in a jumper and couldnt get out and i couldnt get my bra fastened this morning , hes had to help which gives him a giggle because hes not an awful lot of help and he nearly took his eye out trying to do the bra up . Managed to get into the garden yesterday just picking up branches to go to the burning pile for an hour , it didnt make it any worse so may potter a bit outside later. Other half has had his urgent blood tests cancelled yet again, no surprise there.                                                                                                                                                Young Baldrick is apparently homeless yet again ,  his frantic mother rang because hes been slug out of his houseshare , he couldnt stick to the rules so they have no obligation to rehouse him , she was hysterical and begging us to take him in again , we pointed out that hes nearer his dealers if hes living in a cardboard box in town , eventually after all these months she agreed to send him her empty flat keys ...hooray , now she can find out what happens , im sure she may be more realistic once hes sold all her stuff for drugs and the flats full of drugged up zombies . Her neighbours will doubtless inform the authorities once hes made their life intolerable and he will be on the streets yet again.  Not feeling my normal charitable self at the moment im afraid , just want to sleep and forget about other peoples shit for a while