I nearly snapped poor Harriet's (the hospital breast care nurse) head off when she phoned, "Hello. Yes, fine, what? I just don't want any more information", but she was determined to tell me, because my bone scan is clear. But they'll have me in tomorrow for more blood tests, because something is hurting & no-one knows why...
And now perhaps I'll finally get some lunch before O & A appear for tea.
MP wants the world to know about her dear B's classic travel potty moment [apparently they have a hollow seat, just big enough for a 3yr old head] - yes, he managed to ram it over his head in the middle of the Botanical Gardens, & it took two adults & a lot of screaming to get him out, and now he has a nasty graze on his nose which she prays won't scar, because how will he ever live it down.
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