... The first three pills just happen to be ... Asprin, Nurafen and Codine. I've still got a streaming cold but I'm about to drive to London to go to Saturday matinee of the Sound of Music. It's Connie Fisher's last day in the role of Maria. My sister Sheena (the punk rocker) organised it as a Christmas present for me and my mother.
My mum can't get out much as after five (yes, five!) hip replacements she's permanently on crutches. So it's more than my life's worth to tell them I feel awful and can't go. I shall just have Confidence in Me and sniffle my way through and imagine that I am High on a Hill With a Lonely Goatherd. I'm sure Something Good will come out of it. I just hope that for my mother, getting into the Palladium won't be like Climbing Every Mountain. Joining us will my other sister, Tracey (yes, Tracey from Essex...) who still reckons she's Sixteen, Going on Seventeen. So until this evening, So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehn, Goodbye.
PS Do you think I've been taking too much Benalin?!