Hi,

just a quick post to let you know that I am still alive and well...or should that be alive and coping?

Basically, I had a very eventful bank holiday weekend with:

• The cousins who live in Hertfordshire, CK and CS (see previous post), coming up to stay
• Us kids going to the BullRing
• Me buying loads clothes (details in a seperate post, naturally)
• Me also leaving my debit card in a shop because I was too busy insulting Madonna in a conversation with CK and making the cute sales-assistant smile-laugh at my funny comment to remember to take it out of the chip-n-pin machine
• My sister ringing the shop to check and eventually finding out I had left it there and that it is now in their safe
• My sister cracking a really bad joke about how "at least it's safe...literally"
• Me learning that one must never, ever diss Madonna, because she has ways to get you back
• My grandmother being rushed to hospital with severe hip pain and suspected Septic-Arthritis
• My family and cousins making a rushed journey down to Kent on Saturday night to see her
• Mum and me high-fiving in the car each time a great hard-house track came on Radio 1 in the car on the way, much to the annoyance of everyone else
• Us coming back on Sunday night, still worried
• Having loads of family politics to top things off because my eldest uncle and his family are acting like fucking twats.
• Mum crying
• Lots of lying to CK/CS's parents who were on holiday and kept asking if things were okay and where my gradmother was
  
• Lots of swearing
• Comforting mum
• CK and CS going back home once their parents had returned and found out
  
• Increased amounts of helping out and support
• Finding out that the doctors suspect cancer only by overhearing a conversation with my mum and idiot aunty.

And that's pretty much the jist of it.

Wow, it wasn't a quick post after all.

P.S. Anyhoo - in response to your comment on the last post - maybe you were looking in the wrong place.