It's a take over bid!

I think my body is staging a coup today, the nose and the bowels in a pincher movement as they are behaving totally unreasonably!
My nose has decided to try the ruse that if it keeps running non stop, that the nasty man or woman will go 'Err yuk' and won't try and stick a tube up it! Somehow I don't think that ploy is going to work and I can see me with a tube up my nostril and watery snot running down...and all over my top lip.
Oh sweet, how I love my life!
My bowels after eating a healthy lunch of roasted vegetables and salad, could not stop passing wind when I was having my physio this afternoon. Where I was trying my best to keep it in, the wind was coming out in little pops in tune with the rhythmical beating of Hannah's pummeling on my back. At one point I was concentrating more on keeping my bottom cheeks together than I was on bringing up the contents of my lungs and so I desperately wanted them empty for this examination tomorrow so I don't chunder all over the nurse.
So I had to bite the bullet and tell Hannah to hold on to the sides of the hospital bed and let it all go in one... and oh boy it didn't disappoint.
As I said...how I love my life!
I am so glad that I don't get embarrassed easily, but I did feel a tiny bit mortified this time.

The rest of the day was brilliant, as I had my old friends drive down from London to see me for lunch, hence the healthy roasted vegetables.
It's always good to see friends especially ones that had found you again after twenty odd years. Janet tracked me down at the end of last year after she picked up a paper with me on the front cover... no I hadn't committed a crime! And we finally met up again in July this year after lots of emailing each other. It was lovely because there were no pregnant silences of what do we talk about now, but we just chatted and laughed non stop. So we promised each other to meet up every other month at least and today was visit number two and once again it was a success.
But I do hope that they weren't farting all the way back to Enfield too, otherwise it will be another twenty odd years till I see them again.

I am going to chance providence and eat the left over vegetables for my evening meal now and have a glass of wine to try and relax me ready for tomorrow.
Still if he does hurt me, I'll just point the bottom cheeks in his direction as those babies will be loaded ready for action come tomorrow.
Please everyone who reads this, cross your fingers for me so I don't cry like a big baby!

Lots of love Debbie x