Christmas in spring

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Date: 08 May 2007 23:17:04

Well, the past week began interestingly with an appointment at the hospital on Monday where I got a diagnosis (and now have a long-wordful report, with measurements, to wave at people who insist the diagnosis can only be made laparoscopically) of A Ladies' Problem*. Boo for the Ladies' Problem, but hurrah for having more information and having got to see the consultant who I think is very good.

* Endometriosis, for those who know about Ladies' Problems or would like to Google, but feel free to file under Too Much Information if liked.

Worrying about the possible implications of this stopped me worrying overmuch about my appraisal on Wednesday, which was fine. Then Thursday was our wedding anniversary, and we had a jolly nice meal in Cryssie Pal, as Spike has recounted.

On Saturday, we headed up to my folks place for a weekend's chilling, with the Christening of my friend's baby on Sunday. So I am now a Godmother :-D The christening was a chance to catch up with old friends - in particular the two who were my best friends, along with my Goddaughter's mum, in our teenage years. Between the four of us now, we've notched up 134 years of life, over 21 years of marriage, 3 children, 2 degrees and 2 mortgages, but at heart we're still the same bunch who giggled our way through youth group as the 80s turned into the 90s.

As he mentioned in his blog, my young apprentice SBW joined us for the weekend on a last minute take-some-time-out-to-unwind break. My mum commented that having us all home at the same time was like Christmas - and we even had roast turkey for dinner on Sunday night to complete the picture. Further proof that while growing old may be inevitable, growing up is optional was had as Spike, Steve and I practised our community music-making, with renditions of The Spanish Flea and, er, the theme to the seminal 70s cartoon series Roobarb and Custard.

All together now - wah wah wah waah, wah wah wah waah, wah wah wah wah wah-wah (here comes the harmonica solo).

I'll get me coat.