Polar Bears, Penguins and Joint Bank Accounts

I have asked Mines Mr Husband if we can have a polar bear. Just a baby one- even I know that our cottage isn't big enough for a full size polar bear and they take some feeding them feckin' big 'uns. Oh you should have seen the look he gave me. Anyone would think I was asking for a joint bank account. In the end I said 'well, you have two choices- either you let me have a baby polar bear or we have a joint bank account'. So I am now thinking of names for my new baby polar bear for when it arrives.

Also penguins have lost their taste for fish apparently. I blame Nuttella.

Depressions, Aspergers and Hats

I sit holding my head in my hands, crying with despair rocking back and forth. MMH asks 'why are you holding your head in your hands, crying with despair rocking back and forth? Are you depressed? Is the despair depression brought on by pain from the past?' I nod. 'Is the rocking back forth your aspergers?' Again I nod. 'Is your head hurting?' Yet again I nod. 'Have you a migraine again?' he asks all sympathetically. 'No' I reply- 'me feckin hat is too tight and it's making me feckin head hurt'. Then he told me to take it off because I didn't need me hat on in the house, it wasn't that cold. I wonder if anyone else got a hat that makes them's head hurt? Or is it just me?