Another day another trip to St Richards Hospital for team Smiles. Our lovely, imfamous friend had a (miracle!) operation to attend, the fruit of much prayer and some particularly spectacluar answers from the Big G. 7.45am is never a good time, but it's especially difficult when you're heading to hospital with your pants over your trousers...
We're in and out of hospital on a semi-frequent basis so we've built traditions of entertainment that always include diet coke, DVDs on our trusty iBooks and some idiotic behaviour to lighten the mood of some particularly dull Wards.
This weeks theme was superheros so Charlotte and I donned our pants and made capes out of American flags (Charlotte looked spectacular) and red hoodies fanning in the wind. The strangest thing was not the people who did a double take and stared at our strange apparal but the dozens of people who didn't even notice. Ah what a wonderful world.
Smiles, as ever, was an absolute trooper! She rocked that hospital smock with rockstar-rehab chic. The op was uber-successful and Smiles is now recovering surrounded by her closest friends, a plethora of DVDs, boxes of painkillers and, of course, diet coke. Today we even made chocolate crispy cakes but after the whole bar of butter Charlotte put in the pan I am now feeling a little ill! Well done God and well done Smiles, as ever, you are victorious... xc