I am a Rent-o-gob

The one time that I am up and dressed at a reasonable time with hair washed and styled and no one, but no one knocks on my front door to deliver anything. I'm sure the post office guy thinks I lay in bed all day or live in my pjs, as that's all he normally sees me in. Yesterday I begged him to believe that I was just sitting on my bed, today when I'm dressed... no sign of him.
I had an unsettled night as well last night. I just couldn't get off to sleep. Well I could and very nearly did as I was just on that edge of one foot in beddy bye bo land, but then I coughed and that was it, I was wide awake and flung back into consciousness again.
I know the done thing is get up and make yourself a comforting chamomile tea and read for a little while, but it's winter and my bed was warm. I think that fact that I thought 'bugger it, I haven't got to get up early for anything, so I have an hours extra sleep in the morning, it's not the end of the world' head on, has helped a lot.

I drove off to pick up my drugs at the hospital after singing mother 'Happy Birthday to you' down the phone to her musical accompaniment of her trying to get her breath back after hurrying to the phone. I decided to spare my son my singing and text him 'happy birthday to you' instead, which he was immensely grateful about, but your mother is supposed to love you what ever, so she got all the verses and a jazz hand bit at the end too!
Quite surprised that I only got half a months supply from the hospital and when I queried it, I was told it was because I would be seeing him soon. Hoorah... news at last! Is this because I am now cured and no longer need to take copious amounts of drugs anymore, or have did he get a spare set of lungs and heart for Christmas, so I'm sorted???? Interesting.
Went off to see the girls from work and they now have a man working there and he doesn't look gay. Typical, wait for me to leave. Mind you I made an absolute tit of myself by stating the obvious like, 'Oo a man' and then proceeding to grab his badge to see who he was! I think the world would be a safer place for all concerned if I was locked up somewhere and not allowed out.

I went home and sat with the birthday girl/ mother and chatted to her for about an hour and then watched a TV programme that she likes and when she likes something, she doesn't speak, but doesn't like you to leave either. That was cool, as it was 'Doc Martin' which is nice and gentle anyway. I'm a bit concerned that she has what looks like an infected cyst on her back from rubbing 'Deep Heat' on her shoulder or the time, as her bungalow stinks like a rugby changing room. If it is that, then no wonder she is in pain, as Derek has an infected one on his back and it's caused him agony. No wonder she hasn't been getting dressed of late. Will have to sort out tomorrow, but I may need chloroform to knock her out to get her there, as she won't go willingly!
Wish me luck!

Lots of love Debbie x