phrase!!!!!!!!!!!! oh I am that chuffed, delighted for you ma quine, absolutely delighted for you! Geraldine the Gymnast, gotta ring for future Olympic Games, ain't it? 
I smell a very proud bus trip a'comin! xx
ma corker of a poem. Corker. Says it all. 
I am enjoying single life very much! I weed my wardrobe in times of need. A keep pile, a maybe I'll fit it again sometime never/mend pile, and a chuck pile. And then I pick up a bin bag and lose faith in my judgement and the whole sorry lot gets put back in the wardrobe and then I'm annoyed because it's now creased and then I have to iron it and so the circle goes... or a face mask. I like a face mask. Or a hair mask. Or my steam thing. Everything gets steamed. Including the dog bed, toys, blankets. Or watch Gotham, tis very good. if a bit gruesome! xx
inde loved your poem, especially the last two lines. xx
beaches wishing you the sweetest of dreams tonight, I'm hiding the cheese. Have some of me cocoa, it's got a chocolate stirry stick, marshmallows and a couple of grated maltesers in it. Like a fat Horlicks. Sending Little to snore you to sleep, not quite the Amazonian rainforest but surprisingly soothing xx
looking how are you today, lovely? I hope you're swishing your - let's face it - fabulously fuck it age inappropriate swishy hair right in the face of the naysayers in your life, and poop-pooping Mr Toad-like down life's highway. Will tack on another picture of Little in a minute so you can see her eyes. How's work going? xx
Hey Eccles, what a lovely thing for you (and your mam) that you went to visit. Truly, that will be a day you will look back on again and again, you soothed her when she needed you, and that will be a lovely positive for her to take to surgery. That you cared. That you loved her. Knowing that you're loved gives you strength, and in recovery that is all important. Yup, the doctors take care of the mechanics, but what you did? Well, that is what makes the difference. You do what you need to honey to get through this, and if you need a wee place to lay your head, there is a duvet with cashmere covered hot water bottles on the back seat. I reckon you'll be joining beaches there for a much needed snooze, xx
venus was greetin at your "how Geraldine got her name" post and her bevy of honorary aunties! How's the paper mountain doing? Are you at the summit or are you sat toasting your tootsies at basecamp? xx
joey How are ye quine? Aye, tis a tiny world, abody kens abody! When I broke my leg I ended up on that ward myself. Initially I was on a six bed ward, and the banter was fab, aided our recoveries no end. I met some lovely folk on that ward, still keep in touch with one or two. Due to emergency admissions I waited a few days for my repair, but the lovely ladies kept my spirits high. And the repair was as fine a bit of work as I've seen anywhere. I still admire my x-rays I hope your friend has as positive an experience. I am not the world's greatest patient, the lack of fresh air and permashut windaes drove me scranny. But, as my granny was fond of saying, there's aye someone worse aff than yersel... I can vouch for the soup. The soup is a proper stick to your ribs hearty bowl of loveliness. But they would get better marks if they served tiger bread with it. xx
Wishing everyone sweet, peaceful and restful dreams, special bellybosies to baby Geraldine, xx