Ok, it's me Essie, and since Sybil was so nice, I'll admit to lurking around the place until I get over myself. I was going to stay away a looooong time in case you all thought I was attention seeking and waiting for you all to say 'oh, please come back, we love you'! I am still having a severe wobbly, though. But I don't want to bore you all with it.
I name changed as part of my flit. I was missing you all though.
Good luck with the scan, Poppy! And fingers crossed on the house move Eddie.
Bikinis - I bought one last week! I'm basically too flabby in the stomach dept, but my sister has me on a fitness thing so I'm aiming to follow the 4-week plan and look great. Co-incidentally, the 4 week comes to an end at the same time as my friend/colleague's hen do, in a spa. She does ultraman triathlons. (None of your puny little 5k swims for her - 18k or over etc) As you can imagine, I need to be able to at least come out of a changing room without shame.
Michael is one of ?seven angels (being puritanical we don't have that kind of stuff) but he's a good one. Doesn't Michael mean 'gift from God'? It's definitely got God in it - the -el bit. Other angels I know - Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel. Um...don't know any more apart from Lucifer. There's a fab painting of St Michael with his sandalled foot on Lucifer's head, sending him down to hell, in Jesus College chapel. I once fainted in choir, and came round to see that. I honestly thought I'd died.
Going to Aberystwyth tomorrow (groan) so better get some sleep.