So we drank pink fizzy stuff, ate junk, watched Jools, and staggered off to bed at 12.30.
At 7.30 DS surfaced, and as I collected him, our guests DD started shouting for him, so I ended up with both of them until 9.30 when her parents surfaced...
Nice couple of days overall, and we went to see DH's 96 yo grandmother in hospital where she is awaiting re replacement of one of her hips. She apologised for the state of her as she hasn't had her hair cut, and isn't allowed a dryer on the ward. I felt v tatty.
Mistle - when on holiday I met a couple where the mum behaved that way. I think that she was doing it because it gave her a 'special' status to be the only one that could do these things, but also satisfied the martyr complex part
Bocca - get thee to Bravissimo. My friend who is a 36FF wears lovely strappy tops from there which have built in bras and look fantastic. My colleague who is a 34H has also just bought a suit from there which looks gorgeous, and both wear their shirts.
We seem to have some nibbles and mulled wine left over, and as I am going to try and loose some weight this year (DH has a much bigger target, and I will be enforcing my threat that if he can't do it alone, he will have to go to Slimming World and talk about his feelings about food - a terrible, terrible threat for him), they belong here