I still have a boil on my cheek and my gums are bleeding….stress apparently- But I don’t feel stressed, maybe after all these years of saying I never get depressed or worried all this time- I have been- and just not noticed it? Can that happen?

Does that mean I am unaware of what my body and soul tells me and I could actually be dying and not really fucking recognise it? Hopefully not.

So good to get into my own bed and unpack that huge bag, but I am off again soon to do comedy on the road again. So maybe the bag should just have stayed packed?

Husband freaked out this morning when I woke up, and wandered around the room looking for the toilet….I do get quite disorientated at times and it is mental. I even called him Colin…and I don’t know a Colin! Divorce will loom if this keeps up.

I am loving writing my new book, fu** the ideas keep flowing and I am so buzzing with words that just flow into the laptop…..not necessarily good words but fun none the less.

Ashley is like a dead dog in her bed, just lying there with her wee face all serene as she sleeps, but her wee tongue hangs out…its funny and cute!

I have work all this week and I am hoping the lumpy red cheek spot goes as soon as.

The blood is bleeding in my mouth daily from these gums.

I got my gums diagnosed in my hallway as the lady downstairs is a dentist, she has just had a new lovely baby, I checked the baby out, she checked my gums out under the hall light….I am too busy to go a dentist just now.

I need to get some special mouthwash, means I can’t kiss husband at the moment, which is a relief for him I suppose.

Must go and get the Dracula taste from my mouth just now, holy fu** how bad does blood taste? YUK!