A girlie catch up day

Oh Lordy I have turned into my mother!
I knew the day would come and it has finally arrived. I had to throw out my Christmas Poinsettia today as it was looking really rather bedraggled, which was probably down to me when I put it outside the night after the Royal wedding. Why? because I was bored with having a Christmas plant indoors. Hiss I hear you say and quite rightly so.
It turned quite cold that weekend too, plus the poor plant fell over in the wind and I felt like an evil plant killer, so I brought it back indoors to sit where it should rightfully be, on the front room window sill. But alas the poor thing never recovered.
So you see I have turned into my mother as she hates throwing things away and she is a batty as a fruit cake. Today when I had to part with it after it being on my sill since early December, I felt a real cad.
I said goodbye to it and thanked it for looking so lovely for so long, the best £3.50that I have spent in a long while. But I couldn't just put it in the recycling dustbin with no thank yous as I did with my kettle... I had a traumatic nightmare over that episode if you remember where I didn't thank it for it's loyalty, so I did it with a little more decorum this time.

Later I had Sam over for lunch as she is on gardening leave before she starts her next job and we were joined by Susie. Neither Sam or myself have seen her since my retirement party back in November, so it was lovely to catch up with her.
Susie brought her lovely little one, who I haven't met before and he is as gorgeous as his elder brother, who I could have smothered in kisses when I last saw him nearly three years ago.
I cooked them the 'Jamie Oliver' folio parcel meal that I tried out on the girls last Friday and this time although it's supposed to be cooked in 30mins, I took my time and did everything slowly, which is my normal rate of speed anyway, but at least it wasn't as frantic as Friday.
In my case, his cookery book should be renamed 'sometime today or tonight meals,' but it was fab sitting out in the sunshine eating even though we had to grab the parasol a couple of times, which nearly took us off with it in the sudden gusts of wind like Mary Poppins!
With my oxygen tubes around the kitchen and what appears to be naff eye and hand coordination, as I drop everything just lately and the kitchen looks like a disaster area at the best of times, cooking is an adventure and a half anyway.

Whether it was the sunshine beating down on us, the girlie chatting or keeping a watch on the human dynamo which is Susie's baby, I fell asleep on the sofa after they all left.
I did feel very content though as I love having company and catching up with friends. I feel very alive on days like this, even though it takes me a while to recover.
I have come to the conclusion though, that I will not get any answers re; Papworth till I see my specialist on the 8th June, which is not long to wait now. But it's a defence mechanism for myself so I don't feel like a puppy dog which has been kicked after the post has arrived full of junk mail each morning and no letter from Papworth.
I think I would rather go back to the pre-junk mail days when you could go days of not receiving any mail, at least the plopping sound as the letters fall on the floor was one of importance and not crap.
Until then I will take the highs like today along with the lows of the junk mail which is easily forgotten, but my lovely friends aren't. Thank you girls x

lots of love Debbie x