She's a Star

Gromets are done. Abigail was very brave and didn't even complain about the lack of breakfast (too shell-shocked at being horsed out into the cold and dark at just after seven I think). She was in and out of surgery by half nine, had demolished two digetives by not long after ten and was up doing laps of the childrens ward by half past. We had been warned that she might be groggy for a day or two but no such luck it would seem. Hurricane Abigail cannot be defeated, even by the best drugs the NHS have to throw at her.

After we left the hospital we headed to Tescos for supplies for Abigails special picnic tea. She was savvy enough to know to milk the op for everything it was worth and we have been well and truly fleeced (her booty including a donut, big cup of pick n mix and a pack of King prawns).

This photo was taken in the sensory room at the childrens ward. Both the girls loved it but Abigail was moving too quickly to get a good shot. You can see her in the background though and might notice that the silver legwarmers have been replaced with neon pink ones.