Right, I am now on TWO sets of antibiotics. Meh meh meh. BUT, I am much calmer in my head. This will probably not last (you know me and my loony moments) but rationality has been restored for now. Oh, and I also found out a littttttttle secret. The drugs that I can’t drink on… Well, that is bollocks. You CAN drink on them. There I was, all “woe is me, it’ll be a miserable Christmas without a little glass of vino” and Mr Doctor Man says, “you can drink, but it must be one hour after your tablet, and at least one hour before your next dose, and don’t overdo it.” This means I have a 4 hour “window” in the 6 hours between each tablet so I can have a wee tipple tomorrow at the party, and maybe one on Xmas Eve (well, I will still be driving so just one little one). Not wee, of course, that would be gross, just wine.

So, calm.

On the other side of the coin, lots of madness. I haven’t stopped all day, what with being at the hospital from 10am. Then, while I was waiting for the pharmacy to sort out my prescription, I wandered along the Kings Road and into MAC, one of my all time favourite shops. It was fairly quiet and there was a lovely saleswoman in there so I asked her about what eye make up I ought to be doing now that I have lighter hair. She told me that I looked fine, but we decided to do a make over on me there and then and all for freeeeeeeeee too. (Ok, and then maybe I came away with £108 of stuff, but hey ho…)

After all the fun in Fulham, it was off to Wimbledon to purchase the rest of the Christmas presents that I hadn’t got yet. Several hundred pounds down, I went home and chucked everything in a heap on the floor, weakened by the stress of shopping (made worse by the fact that it’s nearly bloody Christmas, like you need me to tell you that!!!) There was a whole load of post waiting for me as well. The usual, cards and bank statement, a letter from the hospital about my next colposcopy (meh, 2 May) and another from Wandsworth health service calling me in for a smear. WHY DON’T DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE NHS COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER?!?!?!?!?!?!? The last thing I need at this bloody moment is a smear!!! I need to let poor Lady Donut rest! And then bypass the smear and go straight into Colp. Sheesh.

As well as all the above, there was a letter from a DEBT COLLECTING AGENCY informing me that I have to pay up £100 for a gas bill from over 18 months ago or they will:

1. take all my stuff

2. take me to court

Geez! First I ever knew of this!! I moved out of the property in question over 18 months ago, and as far as I knew, had paid all the bills off. So, on the phone to the lettings agent (read = Spawn of Satan) from way back when… They deny all knowledge and say that they closed my account with British Gas when I left. Hmmm. On the phone to British Gas, another story emerges entirely. The lettings agent didn’t even open the account with British Gas until THE MONTH I MOVED OUT and closed it 4 days after I left the property. Seems the lettings agent is telling porkies. Anyway, the debt has been frozen for 60 days while British Gas gets to the bottom of it. Lord knows what is going on, but if you decide to let in Little City, contact me first and I will tell you which agent you should avoid like the plague!!!