Christmas visits, past, present and future

You will be visited by three electrical ghosts. The ghost of Christmas Past 2009 comes in the guise of a TV and the ghost of Christmas Present 2010 in the shape of a fridge freezer and God only knows what will decide to go wrong at this time of year in 2011. Luckily Julie's husband Derek is no Scrooge and has come to my aid once again... God Bless you Tiny Derek!

Saturday was a busy, but a really nice day with friends popping round and telephoning. And luckily they are friends that will get up and make me a cuppa and not expect me to wait on them, as my heart was racing and doing back flips most of the day.
I guess I shall be expecting a call from the Respiratory team when they come in on Monday, as my stats are all over the place again.
Maybe it was the thought of freedom from my bungalow, as the snow has melted and I could make a break for it to the shops. I do enjoy driving and really didn't want to go straight home from my food shopping trip, so I just drove around for a while. Odd how everywhere looks untidy once the snow has gone.
I also brought some cat food for the hedgehog just in case he is still alive and has forgiven me.
Went out with Greta for her Christmas meal with her work collegues at night. I was quite nervous about gate crashing their party, but they were really kind and welcoming, so thank you for that. The restaurant was very nice and so was the food, but it was their easy company that made it a lovely evening.

Today my mood took a bit of a nose dive and I very nearly misplaced my bad mood on the wrong person, my mother. As I was trying to wrap her dinner up in foil and t-towels to keep it hot while balancing my large oxygen unit on my back and shuffling between our two bungalows, I was a bit miffed to say the least that I can never just have a Sunday lunch in peace and quiet.
Yes I was out of puff when I got to hers, but she looked so concerned about me with her sad watery eyes, that I remembered that I wasn't miffed with her, but with the rest of my family. My other siblings who are probably doing their own thing as usual without a second thought for their poor old mother and no doubt thinking that Debbie will make sure she's fed and ok.
I will probably have lots of Sundays alone without her, but they will ever be able to look back on some of the fun Sundays that mother and myself have shared. So sorry mother if I sometimes get grumpy, it's not you that I am frustrated about I realise this now and I would rather have a Sunday with you than without you any day.
You can choose your friends, but not your family the saying goes. And although I do love my family, I really would love to shake them at times too and get them to see what they are missing out on.

Lots of love Debbie x