I have had a fab overnight stay away with the girls from work at an oldie worldly charm hotel in Ipswich and I do declare that at one stage in the evening we were the noisiest and if not the noisiest than the ones having the most fun.
It was rather like a military operation getting all my medical equipment into the car and then out again at the other end and into my hotel room, but we survived and mine and Sam's boudoir from the night was 'simply gorgeous darling!'
We tried out the hotel's facilities as soon as we arrived and we swam, steamed and dry cleaned ourselves in the hotel spa, followed by afternoon tea before going on to the main reason for our visit... the Murder Mystery night.
We dressed up in our posh frocks and high heels, ok I don't feel safe wearing high heels so for me it was leopard skin pumps and tried to solve the crime as we ate our ways through our dinners and Sally photographed us at every step.
It was all jolly good fun and we screeched with laughter when Sue got up on the stage and sung a song about 'the baby who got washed down the drain pipe' to a bemused smattering of leftover dinners, as she performed her truth or dare as we had resorted to playing after the 'murderer' was on his way home.
Once we were ousted from the dining room so they could set it up for the next day, we went off to the bar and played more games and drank more liquid nectar until we were ousted out again.
Come 2am, Sam and myself finally turned off our bedroom lights after catching up all everything happening to us both in our grown up sleep over.
Needless to say, we didn't go swimming the next morning as planned!
I returned home in desperate need of a nap, but was hurtled into sorting out the delivery of mother's new fridge freezer which alas turned out was just too tall for the gap. I had to sort out her cupboards as the delivery men had to put the fridge in front of one of them until Julie's lovely husband comes and does his magic and we can get the malefactor object called a fridge into the glaring empty gap. Plus while doing sorting all this, mother was annoyed that I had thrown out her new creme caramels that had been out of the fridge for four hours and were far too warm for comfort and there was a lot of head hanging. To make matters more stressful I was then told that she had fell over in the kitchen while I was away at the hotel and was made to feel a real heel, all because I was arguing about my insistence on throwing away out of date food etc from cupboards. Food that dated back to 2006!
My mother can reduce me to tears very easily, but I was too tired to do so and an outing to the shops to get her some more cream caramels and then cooking her a meal of liver and bacon, left me feeling like a wet dishcloth that had been wrung out and left to dry. Luckily Oliver and Reni came to my rescue and helped me sort out her kitchen and Oliver pacified my mother with his charm.And good luck for me was a thoughtful Julie who showed up with a bowl full of sausage casserole for my evening meal and coercing me into a lovely hot bubble bath before I was reduced into a weeping wreck. Thank God for friends and family that know when to help and when to take charge.
Now I can go to my bed and hopefully sleep my blood pressure and stats both back up to normal and be ready to fight another day.
To Julie and all my friends and to Oliver and Reni... I love you very much.
Lots of love Debbie x
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