It's been a long day

It was just one of those days - I knew when I woke up around 7.30 this morning.

My boyfriend was lying next to me snoring away and I was thinking I have to go home, I have got so much stuff to do.

Half an hour later he woke up went to the loo, went downstairs and brought me a cup of tea. He was complaining that his eye was a bit sore, I didn't take much notice and I was trying to nuzzle into him for a cuddle - he complained a bit more - I took a look at his eye - it did look sore and a bit swollen - I told him to bathe it in boiled water - he said he had some Optrex- he bathed it and it wasn't getting any better. His nose was running, his eyes were running, he was pacing up and down saying his head was hurting and that he wanted to go to the hospital. I said I would take him - I drove him to the Western Opthalmic Hospital, on Marylebone Road. At least we could park nearby, without worrying about congestion charges or traffic wardens, as it is a Bank Holiday today. We waited for two hours, whilst he paced up and down getting more and more stressed - I was watching him for a while, but decided I would finish reading my book 'A Hundred and One days in Baghdad' (nearly finished). Finally he got in to see the doctor, who told him that as people get older some tend to sleep with their eyes slightly open, and that he was probably scratching his eye on the pillow in his sleep. The doctor gave him some eye drops and ointment to put on at night. He also put something in his eye, which took away the pain almost immediately and made him feel mildly euphoric (opthalmic opium??).

We hadn't eaten breakfast, so we decided to go to nearby Church Street Market, for some breakfast in the Thai Cafe. I had, egg, bacon, black pudding, beans and a fried slice. My boyfriend had the same except that he had toast instead of fried bread. We both had a mug of tea, which I didn't finish as it was vile!

I drove him back home and told him to take a couple of paracetemol and go to bed to rest his eye. I then drove back to my house, where my houseguests were beginning to wander where I was. My two nephews came to sleepover and watch WWE wrestling last night after the Chinese Buffet(which was fabulous as usual!!). My younger son prepared something for them for lunch, although they had managed to demolish a couple of packets of cookies, between them, for breakfast.

As previously mentioned one of my sisters is visiting from Mallorca, so I phoned her and asked if she wanted to visit our sister in Palmer's Green, she had only been out for a walk today, so she was a bit stir crazy and fancied getting out of the house.

It only took me about 15 mins to get to my sisters in Palmers Green from Staples Corner - for those of you who know the A406 North Circular Road on a Good Friday, this is nigh on a miracle!!

We got to my sister's house, who I must say is the hostess with mostess - she proceeded to put out dishes with assorted savoury snacks and dips. She then brought out, sesame prawn toasts and some prawns with filo pastry and sweet chilli dipping sauce. She brought out chicken breast in breadcrumbs, garlic bread, onion rings and finally pasta in a tomato sauce.*

For dessert we had a hot pear and chocolate torte with double cream- I can feel the alien trying to push out from my stomach as we speak- no seriously, again I have eaten so much I am on the verge of exploding.

While, we were eating all this food -my niece put on old videos and DVDs of family events: Birthdays, Christmas, Family bbqs and holidays. We had a good laugh and a bit of a trip down memory lane - a good time was had by all. We left around 9pm, I dropped my sister off at my mum's and then got home around 9.30pm - the alien is still trying to burst out of my stomach.

*anything typed in red I didn't eat

Good night from bloated in Dollis Hill, Jo xx