Alan Carr meets the Cod father

I think I have square eyes.

Been doing a lot of data work on the computer today and my eyes are really ouching. My black rimmed glasses, (which my nephew reckons I look like Alan Carr in when wearing them thanks to my large juttyout toothy smile and the way I talk,) have now stretched so much that you could get mine and Sam's head in them together.
Plus I've worked out and it's only taken me about four years, so I'm a slow learner; that varyfocals ain't too hot when working on a computer. I find myself either looking over the top of them which defeats the point of wearing glasses in the first place or looking through the bottom with my head at such an angle that I get neck ache and I can't seem to do it with my mouth shut, so I look like a cod.

Why is it that when you have one lot of money to pay out, other little things that cost crawl out the woodwork too. Now new glasses. I've already had to pay in advance for the oxygen unit to travel abroad in June, but that will leave me tight for my holiday in 10 days time... Oh my god 10 days and I still need new clothes, new knickers, suntan lotion, plugs, more clothes and a hundred and one other things and I don't actually get paid till I'm on the ship... panic!
No need to panic, because I have lovely friends that are lending me lovely evening dresses and other lovely friends, who actually are quite sadistic, that will push and pull me into these lovely dresses, by hook or by crook!

I may look like the Alan Carr of the aquatic world, but give me a pair a re-enforced knickers and I'll look as fab come Gala night as the next middle woman in panic mode... as long as i don't actually eat any of the Gala food of course.

Ooo and I must apologise to the person that opens the charity bag that I left out on Monday morning... I hope it doesn't make you blush too much and I didn't put the batteries in the box, sorry... And sorry Helen for giving your Easter present to me away!
Lots of love Debbie x