Shows, Shops and Sacks of Shit...

Hiya All,
Well, been busy, busy, busy - probably doing too much, as per, but what the hell!
Em and I had a blinding weekend! She had an inset day on the Friday, so we went up to London for the weekend. Stayed at the Charing Cross Hotel - rather expensive, but worth every penny. Really couldn't get a better placed hotel - no more than 10 mins from anywhere you might want to go to.
We went to see Mamma Mia on the Friday afternoon - what a fantastic show! Hugely cheesey and all the better for it! If I thought I could have got tickets for that evening's show, I'd have very happily sat through it a second time. Fabulous! DEFINITELY will go to see it again sometime.
We hit Oxford Street on the Saturday morning - thought it was best to get there early, before it really kicked off. Proved to be a wise decision, cos it was heaving by the time we left, at about one-ish. Rather disappointed with New Look - no bleedin' kids clothes! I think the other shop in the street usually carries them, but it's undergoing a refurb - bugger! Went back to the hotel for a rest, then met my mate Tracy for a slap-up feed at Joe Allen's in Covent Garden - yum!
Decided to go over to Westfield on the Sunday morning, before going home, to see if the New Look there had what we were after. Thankfully, they did, cos I'd have been well pissed off if they hadn't, since the trip over there was fucking nightmareish! Weekend engineering works strike again! Arse!
Anyhoo, we got home about 4ish on Sunday pm, well shagged out, shopped out and showed out! A good time for one and all!
On the MM front, not much to tell, really. Still waiting for another consultant appointment at the Marsden, for further discussions and to do the consent forms. The work-up tests and line insertion won't take place until after Christmas, hopefully all in Brighton. My feet still hurt from the Velcade (particularly bad today, in fact), but I've just gotta put up with it, I suppose.
Got a 40th birthday party to go to on Friday (Happy BDay Juliet!). Had a nightmare deciding on an outfit, what with being a big ol' fat bloater cos of the steroids (and being a greedy fucking cow, to boot!). Tried a couple of spangly sequinned numbers - loved them both, but cos of the bloated stomach, as soon as I put tights underneath (and although my legs are still brownish from my hols, I am NOT going bare legged for love nor money!) I look like a sack of shit with a rope tied round the middle. Attractive! So have plumped (plump being the operative word!) for an a-line 60s-ish shortie dress, with leggings and kinky boots! Having said all that, it really doesn't matter, cos I'll probably sit in a quiet corner with my stupid Kevin Keegan hair and and just get steadily pissed! Sounds fun!
Anyway, I think that's all for now, cancer-buddies!
Big love,
A xxx