Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree

There was some drama after the excellent concert last night with C and S having to take Tilly into hospital because of a breathing problem. She was struggling so much a couple of times that they had to turn her over and smack her hard on the back to get her going again. I don't blame them for taking her in. It seems she has some sort of bronchial problem and is being fed dextrose via a drip rather than being breast fed. They even sent C home from hospital last night so Tilly couldn't smell her and keep wanting to be breast fed.

Because of all of that little Teddy needed looking after so P went over in the middle of the concert and I ended up driving P and P over the Chacombe to collect some keys, then on to Brackley and eventually back home but not til 12.30am.

By the time I woke up at 9.15am today, the others were off out to the theatre to see Peter Pan and C was going to C's house to supervise the builders, while they are in hospital.

So I had no reason to get up and after my shower I went back to bed and watched my new telly, read and slept. I'm afraid to say I rolled out of bed eventually at 4pm, feeling a bit hungover, even though I'd never even had a drink! I definitely should have got up earlier.

P, J and J turned up to inspect the new decor and to leave their car while they stay in MK for a few days. They brought me four, yes four, Christmas pressies! One from Lottie. I am being spoiled. I'm going to meet up with them all for a curry on Monday evening. Hooray.

It's ashes scattering day tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to that I must say...