Would you believe it
I was all 'tarted up' and ready to do a bit of movin' and shakin' with the rest of the rabble, when, bless me, I nodded off. I seem to remember a howling outside the window...must have been Rory, totally fed up with not having found himself a new willing wifelet...or, it could have been the 'polis' siren as the car sped to wherever the party was getting out of hand. Well, as I say, I know nuffink. Having trawled through the nightie dept on sites that were totally inappropriate [for a nice lady to wear in an upmarket bed], I settled for two nightshirts...classic...decent...hopefully covering the saggy bits. Hey ho! I should know the actual date of surgery by Monday. Certainly within the next two weeks. I don't have a lap-top, so I'm going to suffer major GN withdrawel symptoms when I'm bed-bound. Aw...I shall miss the merry banter. Do so wish you could visit and share a nice cup of tea and choc biscuit. We could have such fun. And, as you know, laughter is the best medicine 