Well yesterday was my Aunt's 50th birthday party, so after work I went over to Mitcham. Without getting lost, I might add, which I feel is an achievement. It was nice to see people, and I managed to acquire two balloons, so all is good. I also taught Blythe that it's all Uncle Derek's fault, and nothing Uncle Derek or Alex(my cousin) could say would persaude her otherwise, but then, it's hardly surprising, being as, according to Blythe, she's a princess, I'm a princess, and Alex is a rubbish dump. I love Blythe, she's so cute. Alex and I managed to wear ourselves out playing tickle with her. At least she's learned how to tickle properly now, and she doesn't scratch you. I also discovered, looking at Sue and Neil's wedding photo that she looks very much like Verity did. Of course, Verity won't admit that, but she does. Also, Verity didn't yell at me all evening, *and* she smiled at me a few times. Progress is being made with stroppy cousin extraordinaire.

On other news, my Granny has MRSA and her doctor is useless and therefore it looks like it won't be cleared up in time for her holiday, so she won't be able to go. She's also not allowed out to any of her clubs and she's getting a bit depressed. Alison's been chasing him and confusing him by knowing what he should be doing and isn't. He is also not prescribing anything for my great Aunt's arthritis. They won't change doctors, though, because granny thinks they're too old. *growl*, makes me cross.

I shall just go back to considering Alex a rubbish dump. Hee. I do love her, really!