hospitals and slippers

That's it then! It's official I'm a chav! A chav is someone who goes shopping in pyjamas and slippers with hair and make up in place , long dangly earings and loads of bling. Well forget about the pyjamas and it will be a while before I can wear earrings again, and the hair and make up may not have been that great I wasn't ahopping either. but I'll tell you about being at large in my slippers last week and its long and wary tale.

No let's cut a long story short. I did a Van Gogh on my ear by falling against the washbasin. (very heavily)All this time I have felt sorry for V,.G.(Van Gogh) but believe me it doesn't hurt a bit when you sever a flap of earlobe.( it only lookasawful. I wasn't going to tell Mlh but it started to drip blood slowly and ominously so he had a klook. 'Oh my God!; he exclaimed. You'll have to go to hospital. Do you want me to take a photograph of it? Once we had ascertained that I didn't want to look at a photograph of that or anything else. he whisked me off to hospital brushing aside my desire to change into or a pair of shoes with dire warnings of amputation of the flap and threats of plastic surgery, . In the event all that happened was that it was glued together by a lovely sympathetic nurse and our much-planned weekend seeing my daughter's new house went ahead thank goodness, I also managed to avoid a tetanus jab by explaining the damage the flu jab did. The dox agreed immediately with me that it the jab could be harmful and released me without further ado or orperhaps they just wanted me to go tetanus jab or no,.

I had a super weekend and have now booked a holiday with my daughter (a cross between a Caribbean cruise and a luxury reapitw break!)