Punch the air time!

OMIGOD! Omigod!
From midnight tonight, I will be on the active list!
I have to thank my middle sister Helen for this bit of news, as we were chatting on the telephone this morning and she asked me if there was any news yet about me going live. I explained that Thursdays were spent wishing and hoping and Fridays were always an anti climax that once again... zilch.
I also told her in another sentence, that I was going off to Norfolk tomorrow to watch the annual Christmas Spectacular, which was when she pointed out, that wasn't I suppose to tell them if I was an hour or more away from home?
Well yes, I know that, but I wasn't active yet.
'Ah yes' she said 'but if you go on the active list tomorrow and however unlikely, if something comes up the same day, they'll need to know double quick that you are away from home and if you are out of signal, they won't know where to find you on a land line.' Plus this might prompt some answers?
Gosh my big sister is smart.
So after a lot of nail chewing and deep breathing, because I didn't want to call them and be thought a nuisance...I rang them to explain my predicament.
Of course they were as lovely as ever and assured me that I wasn't being a pain and asked me to just hang on a sec. Then she came back with the words that I have been waiting to hear...
'I've just been told by the coordinator that at midnight tonight, you will be on the active list.'

Needless to say, I said my thank yous to her about a million times, hung up and then cried silent tears of relief.
I then went and looked at the pile of Christmas presents waiting to be wrapped in the corner of my bedroom and panicked...a lot...and then called my boys...who also went OMIGOD a lot too!

Still life goes on and I went on to pick up Julie to visit Derek in Broomfield hospital, her husband and my 'man who does', who for the foreseeable future...doesn't, but looks remarkable perky for someone who has had a heart attack.
I brought him an early birthday present... a pair of Super Hero pj bottoms... as he is my hero when he dashes round to mend whatever I have managed to break this time.
He is awaiting an angiogram, but they think that he has a bit of tubing that might be ridged with a bit of fat and might need a stent put in. But they will have to wait until after the angiogram at Baz Vegas hospital or Basildon to people from the surrounding areas and over 50, before they really know what's what.
But I am happy to report he was still nagging me and looked good.

Tonight was my course on Boudica's Revolt and we had to have a little test, which surprisingly I did well in with my hand going up and down in a 'Ooo I know, pick me, pick me' movement.
So I'm amazed that I remembered as much as I did, as there were a couple of dodgy moments in the last few weeks where I had nearly drifted off, as it was a tad boring at times.
I even got a few 'good answers', from him...but alas no stars.

So now, I'm going to try and pack away some presents ready...just in case!

Lots of love Debbie x