Well, what a surreal few weeks. Sorry for my silence and lack of content [if anyone's even noticed, aha] - I went into hospital for an operation a couple of weeks ago which should have kept me in for just a couple of days, but unexpected complications have meant I've pretty much moved in now haha. Except it's not that funny, I'm proper DESP to come home and madly embrace my duvet, a block of cheese [seriously mature, obv] and Clive for a few days.
I've been able to see the funny side and I've befriended the Kitchen Staff who now sneak me extra toast and grated cheese [a couple of the finer things in life, like] - as well as every other human I've encountered during my time in here. I know about people's pooing problems, the kitchen lady's fella's testicles and the cleaner's haemorrhoids - so overall, it's been pretty funny and definitely not a bad experience, considering how scared I am in reality of hospitals. NHS slaying life, once again. This is going to be slightly less smooth of a transition as I'd planned, as one of the last things I mentioned here was a bumhole inflicted ailment... BUT I'll go with it - as in addition to the NHS, something else which seriously slays my life is Dollibox - who've won me over month after month with their pink beauty boxes packed full of goodies, unicorns and sparkle. And today's blog post focuses on August 2017's edit, so you can see why*.
