Forgive my exuberance, but I don't fully understand why everyone healthy isn't leaping around going "Woop-de-doo! I'm WELL!!!!!" We (including myself, generally) take our rude health for granted and fixate on all our other problems, given that being sick isn't on the list anymore.
Anyhow, I'm going to try and be more grateful for my health, because it's super-important (and because being ill is wretched). Thanks for all your sympathy and support.
My new project for this week is planning my little girl's seventh birthday party. She's not so little anymore - I remember when she was born, so tiny and angry, wrapped in a towel, snarling at life. And now she's turning seven! It's crazy. I've really loved age six - my favourite so far.
Six-year-old: Which Disney princess do you think you look most like?
Me: Er... Jasmine?
Six-year-old: I think you look like Pocahontas.
Me: Thank you, sweetheart!
Six-year-old: But fat.
Now I'd better go and clean the house, because I don't want all the mums at my daughter's school thinking I'm fat AND that we live in squalor...
Have a wonderful Saturday.