But my goodness it is good to be home.
This week has been a little life-altering. I have had ulcerative colitis for a long time, I have taken various drugs and a lot of steroids for a long time. I didn't expect to end up in hospital for a third time though and it has started me on a rollercoaster of thinking about the life I currently lead and the life I would prefer. I am just so damn sick of being sick. I am an angry coiled up ball of fury right now, liable to blow at any moment.
So completely ignoring all the instructions to rest, and the protests of hubby, I headed straight for the new Cath Kidston shop at Bluewater this morning. My logic for this excursion was that I bloody well deserved a treat...and I just wanted to get out of the damn house and into the world for an hour, then I promised I would have a hot bath and go to bed.
The problem with feeling horribly sorry for yourself and being in a lovely shop full of gorgeously over-priced things is that you will end up spending money. And spend money is what I did. It felt pretty good.
I came back with a modest but tasty haul of goodies...
Lillia got the heart keyring that she fell in love with, and the sheep pencil because I fell in love with it.
I treated myself to a rather pricey new purse. Pricey but so worth it, so preeeeeetty...
I will smile every time I go shopping now, even if I am buying drain cleaner.
I also got a new underbed storage bag. It sounds trivial but I already have one of these for the girls' bedding which I keep under Phoebe's cot and it looks so pretty I am almost pleased at my lack of other useful storage. Who needs to hide things in a practical airing cupboard when you can have a gorgeous flowery storage bag on display, eh?
Because we were one of the first lot of customers I got a free reuseable bag too which was an unexpected bonus...
A successful little trip, finished off nicely with a croissant and a cup of tea before heading home. I am now in bed with my new best friend...my new Fujitsu laptop :) A working laptop, release from hospital, a body full of drugs and a haul of CK goodies all in 24 hours...I need a lie down.
I have lots to share with you of course. Three days in hospital is a LOT of time with nothing but a bag of yarn to keep you occupied. But for now I shall leave you to drool jealously over my new goodies :)