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No more booze. Ever again. Coffee and Fanta are making the world bearable again. (Though possibly not for Dad, who has to put up with a sugar fuelled me zinging round the house.) Very very entertaining night though. Booze, conversation, fantastic hugs. I think I needed that. Wish I could remember the wine I drank, it was absolutely delicious, as was the company. Now, back to normal life. Or as normal as life can be when I still can't walk! Ahhh! Achilles tendon aching. Drawwda bus station to my house is a 20 minute walk, took me 45 today. Not good. Refused to wuss out and get taxi/lift because I think ankle is now at the stage where it's mostly healed, just needs some gentle exercise to stretch things back out again. I hope. Scrapes on elbow are still scrapified. But then my skin has always healed badly.

Family home tomorrow, kinda got used to having the place pretty much to myself.

Oh, and I have some pretty fucking fantastic people in my life. You all rock. Life, it's going on. And I'm back. Real me. Happy me. Hungry me. Other words starting in H me. Hi! Gonna do some midwifery nerdery reading tonight. Cos I'm back. Wheee! This is hopefully not the Fanta talking.