Waiting...

... for Godot an endocrinology specialist. Seems I need a day in a ward for a pituitary function test. Won't hold my breath for the appointment letter. I was fascinated by the mother-and-daughter matching hairstyles, and how the little girl perpetually twirled her mum's hair in her tiny fingers. I must have been able to tolerate that too once with my little ones. Now it would irritate the hell out of me.