Do as you are told

Bring it on... 9.45am and I'm up, dressed and my Internet shop is packed away and the kitchen is neat and tidy. I am a domestic goddess, except that I forgot the milk!
This Internet shopping malarkey could be a bit of a God send actually with the April showers started early, as it doesn't look inviting out there at all. I've had to stop myself from doing it again already and I can see it could be very addictive if I'm not careful just like a new toy!

I was a bit worn out after last night. The part that Ruth said about not doing too much too quickly was forgotten as quickly as an ice cold Galaxy Ripple is eaten by yours truely.
The roast chicken was a bit of a nightmare as even though I covered it with tin foil, the damn thing, which was a cheap chicken so lots of liquid, managed to leak over one side of the tin.
I think my kitchen floor is either uneven or the legs on the cooker are, but either way, my newly cleaned oven had to be cleaned by me half way through to stop me going blind thanks to the smoke!
The girlfriends were happy to change my sheets while I insisted on washing up. I started ok, but then Ruth's words started swimming in front of my eyes as I had to lean on the worktops to get my breath back.
Lynn found a small problem when removing one of the pillow cases, as it had stuck to the anti-allergy pillow case underneath. Was it where I had dribbled my toxic antibiotics in my sleep I hear you ask?
No it was one of my more stupid acts where my sheets had been changed when I was ill this time. I hadn't had time or the strength to iron them before I was taken ill and I tried to iron them while they were actually on the bed!
I know... stupid. I felt like death, but I still fretted about sleeping on crumpled sheets. I just can't sleep in an unironed bed... Blame my mother for being overly house proud when I was growing up!

Had a lot of friends round today as well bearing gifts. Deprave and Linda with presents from their travels in Bali. And Barbara with a lovely homemade coffee and walnut cake to offer people when they come a calling.
Good to see everyone, but now terribly knackered.
Sat and watched 'Let's dance for Comic Relief,' which made me smile at the stars making completes arses of themselves and it brought back happy memories of Sam and myself dressed up in various costumes for 'Comic Relief' making complete arses of ourselves too. We dressed up from everything from 'The Sirens' who were our uni's cheerleaders to knackered fairies, but we always raised loads of money as well as eyebrows and laughter.
Hopefully I'll be able to fund raise again one day.

Lots of love Debbie x