Hello lovely ladies!
I have missed you all but I have been checking in on my phone now and then, just to check everyone is ok. I will try to do a Bisou-style post later when I have completely caught up, but she really has raised the bar
Back after over a fortnight off the board, driving through France, Switzerland and Italy. The whole thing has been something of a last hurrah and very indulgent - well, gluttonous - Michelin stars and truffle regions and champagne tours...Lots of ambling around too and drinking in wonderful architecture, but otherwise completely culturally void, which makes me feel a bit guilty. Weather was good for the six days we were in Italy but simply dry everywhere else (excluding last couple of days when we were in Champagne and it was rainy, but we were busy in caves and vaults anyway...) I averaged one glass of wine per day I think, and DP kept his lip buttoned. That or his mouth was full.
Scary episode in Switzerland - we stayed one night in the highest hotel in the Alps, next to the Matterhorn, and I've been having breathing probs anyway because LadyBaby is so flamin' high, but the air was so thin up there I just felt like I couldn't get my breath in the night and had a real panic attack and was hyperventilating like an idiot. I felt like I had a small man sitting on my chest the whole time we were up there, which was a shame, as it was lovely (and minus five degrees!)
We had to use the ferry because of Eurotunnel being out of action, and coming home last night we got stuck in a force 10 gale and tug boats were having to bring in the ferries (but not before we'd hung around just outside Dover for two whole hours, rolling and pitching). I am not a good sailor at the best of times and my dear girls, if I'd had a gun I'd have shot myself, I felt so ill. I can laugh now though, at the sheer hideousness.
So, 32 weeks on Tuesday and I feel like a blimp. The Italians treated me like a mama-goddess and the French as if I was a sideshow (big generalisation there but I am sure you can imagine) and though it was lovely, I am glad to be home in a PROPER bed. I slept badly all hols. And now I am looking forward to sitting with a mug of coffee and reading properly about how you've all been. I know some things from peering at my phone - Reban's being monitored, Verso and Beans have had nasty episodes on public transport, PD was trying to see her notes... Check up with obstetrician tomorrow morn. I shall be asking her about my purple ankle/leg (varicose veins? Phlebitis? Who knows, but it looks GROSS) and then my driving course starts on Wednesday. More time in the office before that (but then that is really IT) but I am dreading the driving lessons as I feel quite physically uncomfortable with backache and all the usuals, and the thought of concentrating for hours on end, day after day (I am not a patient learner either) fills me with dread.
Anyway, more later or tomorrow. It's great to be back on here. And on to the home strait...On a very very very superficial note (and I know people have serious problems and this is just a pathetic whinge) I miss GLAMOUR. My body looks like a giant lumpy Stilton and two weeks of gazing at impossibly chic French and Italian women has dented my morale