graveyard shift

Just when you thought my blogging days were Entirely Over, here I am again. I have just returned from my cushy hundred-quid-a-night job (don't worry it's all above board)..we're supposed to follow weary docs like shadows in the night (or 'spy on them' as they say). The first night I got about six or seven hours' sleep in two armchairs fashioned into a bed. The next night, fatigue was creeping up on me, and I retired to the mosque floor, with a pile of scarves serving as a pillow. Last night, I watched Gone with the Wind. Don't you just love Scarlett? She is such a vixen. One thing I did notice about the hospital, is that it is making me less vain, as there isn't a single mirror to be found in the place. Which is probably just as well, as me on night duty is not a pretty sight to behold in any case.

Wedding plans are forging ahead, we now have a mehndi venue, and hopefully a party venue too. I have a small gripe though. It seems many-a-folk are practising their pirouettes and arabesques and indian hands, but not, Not I say, for my party. No, it is all for Another. I hope Rosie and Fudge take note and ensure steps are taken to ensure my party is as much of a rip-roaring success as I'm sure the other one will be. (I have forgotten her blog name, therefore cannot refer to in person). Speaking of the party, I do believe Fudge has not given us the results of her poll. Or rather I haven't been able to find them on her voluminous site - pray do tell my dear. Also, soundtrack compilation is taking place, the Golden Oldies will be taking priority but please make your suggestions for old and new alike...