Happy Birthday me. DH organises nothing. Buys me a spatchula from Coles as a joke. Gives me two exact cards with Thank you crossed out and Happy Birthday written in metallic pen. Not even a Mum card from DS. So angry! Present from DS is a facial. Think I might have the facial and then book myself into a hotel for a night!

Tomorrow scans and BT. Last BT showed no change so hoping we are moving towards O by tomorrow.