Oh dear - 2012 has started with me spending much of it's first day unable to move far from a bathroom...
The plan for New Years Eve was to go to Birmingham and spend the evening with family and friends, but alas no Mr D as he was working (boo hiss). It passed off well - the music played, the wine flowed and the dancing got worse as the evening got later. Midnight was 'bonged' in by Big Ben and we sang auld lang syne with gusto. All-in-all a good show. Then we got to my big brov's house and opened the port - it seemed like a good idea at the time!
On first waking this morning I thought I'd got away with it - just a bit of a sore head. I got up, had some water went back to bed.
Second awakening was less successful and entailed a chat with God on the big white telephone - it was to be an ongoing conversation throughout the day.
The plan for today was less of a success... I was supposed to get dropped at a train station and then wend my way home courtesy of my train pass.
Didn't happen.
Eventually I gave up all thought of coping with train travel and sent Mr D a text requesting a collection service. Big Brov took me to Hopwood Services on the M42 (with just a short stop to talk to god at the roadside and a very quick exit at the services - my sincere apologies to the people who walked past me conversing with god yet again, but for the last time) and Mr D brought me home. He is a true hero :-)
A Geophizz Bath Bomb from Lush and an isotonic drink set me up for jama's and a quilt on the sofa - welcome to 2012!!
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