gigs I did think I should add that older daughter does get me up at 4am, checking she is home, and then lying awake waiting for her to get home...... usually followed by no signs of life until late afternoon and an entire day in pyjamas.... At least she is not at one of those sloaney unis where they go to lectures in pyjamas, she tells me her flatmates have confiscated the fleecey Tesco ones!
I did say way back when that I love Physios! They always come in and do lovely positive things, after the surgeons etc. have messed you up.
Oh No 
outed? 20? that school built in the style of a 30s Gaumont cinema? Was the giveaway that it did actually say of my daughter on the page "Most likely to be" in the leavers book "an evil genius" 
Thankfully she has to do ethics on her course...... 17 (TODAY!) yr old was there too but escaped for sixth form, quite a few escapees. It was an interesting year , hence comment to Ned that I had reassured her she was unlikely to encounter a peer group like that unless she ended up in a woman's prison, or Ned's choir apparently, although DD's peers NEVER apologised unless forced to by Deputy Head on first morning of suspension, as condition of return (but then we don't know what prompted the apology to Ned!!)
herrena depends on the hospital I'm afraid. They can keep you waiting three weeks where I was treated and no one would tell you anything until your appointment with the Consultant so you were left reading the worst into the tone of people's voices and every look and gesture. It's a while ago now but the most significant scan was the PET scan, that was when I found out the b**r had colonised my lymph nodes, then there was an MRI and a bone scan for metsythingys (beyond my spelling!).
Loverly evening, hic, battled through the wind and rain to China Tang at the Dorchester, a little outpost of Hong Kong, for daughter's seventeenth, the Jasmine Martinis especially loverly, hic. Sounds really posh but actually there were toddlers running wild, loads of groups of MALE 
middle/senior managers bonding, rude tourists, and some posh people taking their teens for posh afternoon tea (exeat weekend?) I would say the Dorchester isn't what it used to be but I have no idea what it used to be, and everyone else probably thought our giggling, and bedraggled hairdos, seriously lowered the tone! But Topsy I may need emergency supplies of fizzy drinks in the morning, especially when I have to get up at 7am .......