Dear gurls, thank you all sooooo much for your kinds words. I was okay whilst I was working, at lunch it just got to me.

Then tonight (worked late), a domestic who cleans our offices said "did you hear about the wee nurse in 207", no I hadn't, seemingly she was doing obs in the ward and just collapsed on the floor and died!!!, she was only 23 years old, just come back from a holiday in Cyprus.

OH is making dinner, I am just sitting here feeling gutted with a glass of red wine. What a crock of S**t life is this week.

But hey, I am sooooo glad I bought my little mazda mx5 on May 3rd, before I get much older!! Who knows what is around the corner?

I drove home tonight (rang my daughter first to tell her I loved her and the boys and her hubby) with the roof down and just was glad that I was alive. And I am having the day off tomorrow and going to get my hair done, then we have the Edinburgh Supper Club tomorrow night.

I am not going to ever complain about bits of my body I don't like. If you ever hear me complain, shoot me down in flames please, as a reminder that I am alive!

I am going to have a ball in York with all you mad women / gurls on here.

Thanks again gurls.

H