Week 8 – Saturday
10.01.09
Tracey texted me to say she has a date tonight with someone from the internet dating site. All she knows is his name is Colin and he is 45 years old.
I told her Colin is a bit of a nerdy name with the exception of Colin Firth and Colin Farrell. She said 45 is a bit older than she had hoped but beggars can’t be choosers. We discussed what she should wear and agreed that a simple drink at the pub should be casual yet smart. A difficult look to pull off for Tracey as she spends her life in combat trousers and slogan t-shirts.
Work very busy. Phone never stopped ringing, orders being chased up. My mum called me in between the melee to inform me that Doreen had undergone her gastric sleeve operation and there had been complications and the hospital could not give her a date for getting out.
This means she is stuck with smelly Claude, the spaniel.
She is in panic mode as she is going into hospital on my birthday to have her bunions done. I told her she had nearly two weeks and I was sure Doreen would be out by then. I said if not, dad would have to look after Claude. She said dad had told her that he would not give up the allotment to mind someone elses dog.
Spot situation not good. There is a definite increase in the size of the swelling. It’s also shiny, and no amount of powder will cover redness. No sign of eriod so spot may be a rogue outbreak.
Anita rang me to tell me the babies she is carrying are now the size of a scotch egg. I informed her that I had something growing on my forehead that was bigger than a scotch egg (slight exaggeration, but only slight mind ), any way she said I was insensitive and she would not bother telling me anything else about my future nephews/nieces. She said I had better get a move on if I wanted kids as my fertility was dropping daily. I told her I was too important and busy to talk to her.
Also toothache back with a vengeance. Think alcohol must have cancelled out healing properties of anti biotics. See what Mr Singh says next time.
Have to sign off now as dashing around Manda’s trying to get ready for hair show. Mitchell picking me up in half an hour.
Tags: Doreen had undergone her gastric sleeve operation, internet dating
