Heads and tails

Get me... I was in bed before midnight last night. All be it only about two minutes before twelve, but at least I was settled in bed with my cup of chamomile tea and a good book before the witching hour.
I think it turned so cold last night, that it was either snuggle up in bed or put my heating back on.

It wasn't a great deal warmer this morning either.
I will be so relieved when Friday morning actually arrives now and I won't have to stand just outside my shower covered in this special antibacterial body and hair wash for three minutes to lessen my chances of contracting MRSA while having the mini op.
I know three minutes doesn't sound very long, but you try standing there still wet from a quick soaking and getting colder by the second in a already cold bathroom, covered in these suds counting to 180 very quickly so you can get back under the hot shower.
I tried the bath today, thinking if I knelt in the water on all fours, having my knees, feet and hands in hot water just might trick my body into thinking it's warm all over and be able to count to 180 at a proper speed.
Nearly worked, but I won't be sorry to not have to do this again. I would hate to think if a burgler picked that very moment to break in, with my bum in the air and a face covered in suds.
I also tried to shave my groin area in readiness today, how humiliating. If you think I am thin haired on my head, well... In fact things never did grow back properly after I had the kids and it now looks like a very straggly set of flying ducks in a V formation. Now I've had one side shaved off I look so stupid. Bugger it, the lot can come off tomorrow!

Had to take mother to the doctors today about her toe. She was not best pleased with me and slammed the phone down on me first thing.
Unfortunately she has to go as she has a build up of dry skin on one toe, which looks very sore and if we're not careful that could go nasty again.
And since she told the last doctor that came round that there was nothing wrong with her walking and balance, I needed the head doctor to see that actually, she is very wobbly on her pins, so please can we have home visits again without me feeling like I'm trying to pull a flanker?
Of course she was all smiles with him and I did wonder what it would be like if my mother was actually Queen Elizabeth?
I know mother is a lot older than the Queen by eight years, but she has been a flirt for as long as I can remember. I can just imagine her saying to the Heads of State, 'I'm 85 you know!' or 'I think he fancies me you know, as he keeps smiling and waving at me'.
Lord she might even put me in the Tower for trying to drag her down the doctors!
Ah well, she's my Queen and I love her dearly.

Lots of love Debbie x