Phew, done and dusted

... it's been a while since my last post, but I'm pleased to report that the nastiness is mostly over with. Things finally started kicking off last Wednesday, and proceeded with alacrity to a state where even an experienced m/c'er like me felt that a trip to the hospital might be in order. Seriously, the amount of washing that was being generated was untrue, even with the giant knicker-mattresses. It was like being a young girl again coping with your first periods. Sigh. Luckily my good friend Mel was around to give me good warning of when a chagne of wardrobe would be needed, and hubby can always be relied on to stop me from wadering around the shops with a crimson tide in evidence.

So, all done, as my daughter would say. And moving on to try for pg #5, this time with added baby aspirin, you never know, it might work.

We've just spent a lovely week on the IOW with my parents and sister, plus visit from Mel too. We went to the church fete in the village I grew up in and ran into our playschool teacher Mrs Bull. At 30 years old Mel and I are still scared of her, a truly formidable woman!

In two weeks we are heading off for a four day cruise on the Aurora out of Southampton. I am really looking forward to it.