Black Swan

The  past few weeks have been as odd as I was expecting. One of the certainties of MS, is how far off track I get thrown when the weather gets in a snit, and can't decide how she wants to be.

"Do I look good raining? Is that best cold , or confusingly warm?"

Now, reverse that, make everything warm and raining, now warm and clear, hang on, let's be cold for a day. Bugger. 

The coaster rolls on. 

Fooled

Beth has gone home for the weekend. As always happens when I have the house to myself, the first few days are a little relaxed when it comes to optimum tidy.
"I'll sort this all out by Monday night. Hoover, bleach, sparkly, got it."
I get a message this morning.
"I'm an hour out. I'll see you soon!"
Shit!
I phone Beth immediately. She knew I was going to do that, and spun it out for a few minutes, until letting me off with a delighted "April Fools!"
Bugger. I am that easy to read.