*Wonder Woman meanders in*

Ooooh hello!

I know, I know ... an extraordinary amount of time has lapsed between updates - but don't you be giving up on me!

I don't even really know where to begin .... so you know what ... I won't even try till the weekend where I can sit down and sum up the past couple of weeks.

But I'm dying to tell you about the unit Christmas party last night (the full blown, no expense spared hospital party is next Thursday at Lord's Cricket Grounds in London no less! Oooo la la!). I pulled out my cocktail dress, the 3" black stilettos and the new black strapless bra (oh my gawd! I'm down from a 40E to a 36H! H peoples, H! What the!?) courtesy of Rigby & Peller (the Queen's corsetieres - oh, I am sooo posh these days! LOL!).

Throughout the week I practiced the art of applying evening make up and I was so keen to do something amazing ... but in the end, I failed to give myself enough time to to the full monty with the makeup ... but I have to admit it still ended up looking better than I have ever managed previously.

I went to my gorgeous hairdresser (Gary at Cutting Crew Willesden Green) who whipped my dead straight hair follicles into luscious curls (in no more than 15 minutes - why is it that I can NEVER replicate that at home?!)

I spritzed myself with the ever sexy scent of Jadore, donned the bling bling pretend-but-looks-almost-real accessories, chucked a pair of flat dancing shoes in my "Mary Poppins Carpet Bag" (no elegant clutch purse for this chic!) and hit the town feeling like sex on legs.

I felt so amazing. One dear colleagues of mine walked passed me even after I said "Hi' ... he did that hilarious movie double take and said, "No way! You look amazing! I'm so sorry but I didn't even recognise you!". I gave him the look that said "Are you suggesting I usually look like a scruff?". I have to give it to him, he seems to be quite the master at the non verbal, body language and immediately began to spout, "I mean, you normally look good but tonight you really do look like a magazine model!". Bless his cotton socks .... Mum, can I keep him? LOL!

Several other colleagues were also quite floored including my boss who just looked at me and said, "My dear, you look absolutely stunning!". Sigh! Mission accomplished!

With comments like that, how could you not have a great night? Other than only being able to eat a couple of peanuts, two mouthfuls of lamb and a couple of glasses of champers and oj?! Pfft!















Only a couple of piccies at this stage - the one on the top left is of (left to right) our hospital interpreter and his wife, my very good friend, Sandra, myself and a darling colleague of mine, Julie (aka the new Mrs Notman!) and the one on the bottom right is of myself and Sandra (a little out of focus I know but it's still gorgeous!). I've got to harass friends for more pictures as my bloody camera battery died 6 picures in but a couple of friends got some really great shots!

*Smiles shyly* I love my ever evolving body ... but I must admit, it needs a little love and attention in the nutrition and exercise department. And I have just the plan for it in the new year!