Visitors and washing

You can't beat a visit from one of your best crazy friends. The Dales arrived SHE SMELT SO CLEEAAANNN. We had a chuckle about my ridiculous predicament and hatched a plan to have a bed party before the new year. We will drink plenty of everything and eat without guilt and gossip and watch crap AND she says we have to wear hats - but not Christmas ones.

Husband has been working hard today hoovering and putting up the tree and feeding me at regular intervals.

I'm still sat upright. I can't wait to lie down the base of my spine is stinging raw.

Oh happy day husband took me for a shower and he even dried my hair - watch out Vidal there's a new boy in town. We have had to wait until I could manage some stairs to get to the shower. I am exhausted

I must point out Dales did not come dressed as a flapper girl - this is a piccie of her in fancy dress the night before at her Christmas party. I know for sure this piccie will have been taken very early in the night. Guaranteed before her second glass of wine. She will have had an awesome time. At least she hadn't had to write letters of apology to the butchers.