Bit of a long story Loopy, and I'm not touting my woes for sympathy hugs and biscuits at all so relax
but I dropped dead two weeks ago and had to be zapped by the nice paramedics (four times) and my chest had to be jumped on and all that to get me going again, so technically, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth - I was dead twice. And I was swizzed - SWIZZED I say cos there wasn't one scrap of white light, or a tunnel, or an angel with a harp or a loved one smiling or anything! very disappointing in fact. And then I get home to find that all three sons still at home and DH have been peeing happily all over the seat and the bathroom floor but not one of them has managed to pick up a lovely lemony disinfectant wipey thing and bloody well clean up after themselves :| or wash a pot, or do any laundry. I wouldn't care but my youngest DS, age 4, knows perfectly well how the washer works...