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Saturday night takeaway

I've just dropped off Big Girl to a friends house for a sleepover, collected dinner from Pizza Hut and settled down to watch Ant and Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway with Hubby, Big Fella and my parents. They are down for the weekend after getting an invite to Little mans christening on Sunday (besties baby). It's so nice that they're able to visit for nice reasons instead of making a mad dash down the M1 because I've been rushed into hospital. 

I'm so excited about the christening. Hubby and I have the honour of being Godparents to such a happy, contented little boy who we both love very much. I wanted to help Bestie to get sorted for the christening. She's hired a hall with a bar but is doing her own food. Now even though I do say so myself, I do amazing buffets and I wanted to do it for her so that she wasn't stressing on the day, running around and trying to do food, decorate a hall and make herself (and the rest of the family) look decent. 

Originally she went along with the idea (probably just to appease me and keep me happy) but now the plan has changed. Having this strange bug/virus this last week has knocked me off my feet and given her the perfect opportunity to kick me off the organising commitee. I think she wanted to find a way to say that she didn't want me to help her but she didn't know how to say it without me ending up like this...



So the bug came along just at the right time. She didn't want me to do stuff to help her not because she's horrible or mean or a bitch because she is none of those things. I've never met anyone with such a kind heart who would do anything to help someone in need. She said she would rather that I rest up and conserve my energy so that I was well enough not only to attend the christening but to enjoy it aswell. I was worried that she's taking on all the work but she's roped her sister into helping so it should be ok. What a great friend though. Some people would have accepted the help, without even considering the effect it would have on me. But she's called Bestie for a reason! 

At this very moment I'm sat on the loo having a drip, drip motion. Some people may think that's too much information but it's my blog and I can write what I like! While I'm drip dripping I'm also tap tapping away on my phone writing this and hoping to get off the loo and be able to go and join my family downstairs. I've been here for 20 minutes, hopefully I will be done soon!

NB x
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