That's right - any excuse for a party. We are going to have a party in Super's hospital ward to celebrate her new hip. Then we are all going to be Venuses of some kind....
....I missed something somewhere? Suddenly the party is in a hospital bed? Great, but... I thought....transit of Venus....??? Venus transported to hospital bed???? ..What happened?......Tardis involved....??
I see, Supernana ! Well I suppose I could always put on a front of respectability so I could be pushed to the front if we were challenged by the odd spoilsport or Officer of the Ler...then I'd revert to type once they'd gone!
faye now hang on in there. I've only just got in and seen your post. I regard myself as emmminently sane and sensible. When have you ever known me act otherwise,pray?
...especially when Carol has had a few too many glasses of bubbly . I'll organise a screen so that wee-wees can be done in an ladylike and orderly fashion. Anagram I was trying to give you the benefit of a doubt. As you well know, some of us are seriously saner than others Wouldn't like FeeTee to slip out the door [tutting and shaking her head in utter dismay]
Super what reputation, we lost it somewhere along the long list of virtual parties. Is there any sane GNers left amongst us, please, hands up. taps foot for ages. No didn't think so!
FeeTee I just knew that you were of us. You are invited to the posh/naughty-but-nice hospital-bed party. Like other dear husbands, Mr FeeTee will take care of the boring but necessary domestic duties in your absence.