My dress expeditions........

Okay two wonderful MM's have sent me two wonderful beautiful dresses.

Now they arrived today and I tried them on.

Now dress one is pink, dark pink and is satin.

Now sin one, the pink thing.
I will tell you what I told the MM when she PM'd me offering the use of her dress.

Quote:

Thank you so much for your offer but I feel I have to decline. 
You see I already share an uncanny resemblance to miss piggy and if I were to actually wear the colour pink I would simply be adding fuel to the already blazing fire 

I'm simply not brave enough!

Black I can do, dark dark red at a push, but pink!! OMG I'm sweating thinking about it 

Oh but thank you so much for thinking of me, I really appreciate it!

Ye are braver than me when it comes to dresses I tell ye 

Thanks again

Anyway, she talked me round to the idea and I'm glad she did because the colour is really nice!

The other dress is the one whitecat sent M4L (there is a post on it somewhere lol)

Again it is beautiful!

So they arrived with chuckles this afternoon (that's the nickname for my postman, because he always has a face like a bulldog licking piss off of a nettle, although I need to stop with the nicknames because DS1 called him chuckles to his face last week and I just laughed, mortified, and told chuckles that was DS1 new word for this week so he was calling everyone it  judging by the extra angry bulldog licking extra strong piss off of a nettle look he shot me though I would say that he wasn't entirely convinced  )

Anyhoo, I see the packages, I can almost hear music as he hands (shoves) them over to me, I have been waiting for these!!

I take the packages into the bedroom and open them like a crazy lady, the dresses are only gorgeous!!!!

Both of them are gorgeous!!!

I realise that I am however a porker, and go rooting around my underwear drawer for my "suck it all in" Magic knickers (I use the word knickers loosely because they look more like a skin coloured tights version of cycling shorts with an extra high waist that Simon Cowel would be proud of!)
I find them and start to literally stuff myself into them, pulling them up and squeezing the fat in!!
(I then make a mental note to do this in the bathroom of the hotel so that Jolly Green Giant doesn't have to witness this monstrosity)

After I am now sufficiently sucked in (well not so much sucked in, but the fat is being kept in one place and not wobbling around as much) I try on the dresses!

Dress one, oh it is gorgeous, the neckline is prefect and the shape is so flattering.
The material however is not.
It shown up every single lump and bump, I can see the spare tyre underneath my first spare tyre, I'm sure if I look closely enough I can even see my stretch mark indents shining through.

Satin is so unforgiving!!! 

I realise that I need an extremely forgiving dress (think the Queen of catholic dresses, ye know with all the forgiveness and all)

I think about what to do to cover my arms, so I wonder what a black shawl would look like, I of course have no shawl so I grab a pair of trousers and drape them over my shoulder.
Holy Frick, they have bulked me out to the size of the incredible hulk!! 

People would mistake me for a cross dressing Mr Universe!  

I promptly remove the offending item.

I get DH to take a pic of me wearing the dress, and DS1 tells me I look like a princess!

I pose for the photos and just as I am about to look at them DS2 comes out and gasps.
"Ah Mammy!!! you have a big fat belly like Kung Fu Panda"  

I look at the photos and they do indeed confirm what DS2 is telling me, so I try on the second.

All well so far.
I ignore DH saying "wtf is that??" as I whip off the dress and remember that he has never actually set eyes on the tights/cycling shorts/suck it all in knickers combo I have going on under the dress, sure he will get over it  

I then put on dress two.
This is gorgeous too, and it comes with a shawl which is a bonus!

I realise that this dress has the thinnest straps I have ever seen in my life.
Now I have two choices,
I could either go braless, or show my bra straps like a brazen hussy  

I consider the no bra thing for a second and them come to my senses.
There aint no way I'm letting the spaniels ears off of the leash for the night!
I would be constantly moving my nipples from my arm pits, back to the centre of the dress, or even worse, I would have them making great friends with my belly button, actually below the sash!!!

Oh god I have visions of the sash being tied up and the shape of two nipples poking out from under it...............NOT the look I plan to go for.

I rummage around for a bra and find some sort of liquid filled one with thin straps.

This seems to keep the girls where they should be and the straps don't look too bad.

I place the shawl over me and I think this could be okay after all.

How the hell I keep the shawl up is beyond me cos I sure as hell ain't getting out my bat wings for the world to see (why bat wings? well lets just say that they are a step up from the bingo wings)

I go to get the shoes that I ordered a while ago, and put them on.

As I go to show DH this dress I realise that I can't feckin walk in the heels and nearly go arse over tit onto the kitchen floor (that's just what I would need, a trip to see doctor love with a broken leg whilst I have my incredibly hairy legs (I know, there is no excuse apart from the fact that my octuplet carrying sized belly makes it awkward to shave them) and even more horrendous tights/cycling shorts/suck it all in knickers. 

Frick!!!

It doesn't bare thinking about, so I take the shoes off and vow to shave my legs and change before I practice walking in them  

Anyway!
I now have two dresses, both which I hope will fit properly by the time the ball comes.

Thanks M4L, Whitecat and E  

Now.....where did I put that ladyshave............................

Retracting Balls..........

Okay I knew I had forgotten to tell you about one of my mishaps yesterday so here is the missing post................................

So I'm all ready to tell yis how today went.
I hope I'm not boring yis to death with all the doctor talk but a few people have asked for an update so here I am!

It all starts well! The nurse (who seems to have made it her new years resolution to get a smear test from me!) called me in, so I thought, great she just has to check his hips and I'm outta here!

No such luck, as soon as I told her PHN had wanted to get him checked because he had an extra fold near his hips, off she went to get the doctor.

Now I had already bumped into floppy haired doctor (I mean literally bumped into him too.
I was holding the baby and he was doing his usual rock backwards and forwards and try to headbutt me thing, and I was just standing at reception to say that I was here.
I turned around to go and take a seat and I didn't realise that he was behind me.
I of course scream out in an extra loud shocked voice "Frick!" (I seem to be using that word a lot lately, and of course the flipping place was otherwise silent) 
Quickly followed by "Oh my God, I'm so sorry"
Floppy haired doc just flashed me a smile and told me it was okay and he placed his hand on my back and moved around me.
I could feel my face getting hotter, and I just knew I was the colour of a beetroot.

Now once I go red, it takes me ages and ages to get back to looking normal again, so I was still red when I went in to see the nurse...

Anyhoo, I'm waiting for her to come back in with one of the doctors and hope that it's not Doctor Love (you will remember what happened yesterday with the bajingo pads)

The baby is on the bed with his trousers off ready to be examined and I start to flap my hands about in front of my face in a bid to cool it down and take away some of the redness, now in all honestly, I wasn't helping matters by keeping my coat on, but if I was to remove that then my arse would be on show because my top didn't cover it, so I would rather be all hot and red for the time being.

In walks the nurse, with.......yep..........you guessed it..............Doctor Love!!

He sees me and I quickly move my flapping hands down to my sides, praying he didn't think I was just trying to waft away a bad smell, and I swear to God the smile on his face is huge 
"Frick" I think as I just know he is thinking, "ah ha, it's the smelly bajingo girl who won't get her tits out, and now she is trying to waft the stench around the room so I don;t notice it"

"Hello Babydust" he practically beams.
I try to take the focus away from the gigantic box of pads that he is clearly having flashback's about by making a joke.
"I told you it wouldn't be long till I would see you again" I laugh.
I just know that he is thinking "fresh bajingo, fresh bajingo ha ha" and like a scene in a horror film the image of a box of pads next to his egg mayo sandwich on the conveyor belt flashes through my mind.

He jumps across the bed and straddles it in such a smooth manner, and I find myself wanting to be that bed, which makes me go even more red in the face!

He takes DS3 nappy off and says "whoa, he is a real Irish boy, his balls are huge!"
The Nurse bursts out laughing, as do I (although I have no idea if they are!)

He starts to check him, he then does this thing to his groin and says "Ah do you see that?"
I look at him completely bemused.
I try not to look like a dumb arse, but seeing as I don't actually spend too much time admiring DS's "chipmonk" I really don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for.

"Its a reflex action, watch when I press there you will see his testicles move up into his body"
I watch, and see that this is indeed the case.

Me being me then say's the stupidest thing.
"Is that good?"
He looks at me like I'm crazy and I quickly say "I mean, is that supposed to happen!"

He then starts to tell me about this animal in south Africa who retracts it's balls to protect them from the heat, when the sun beats down onto the ground and the rays bounce up onto the animals underside.

I listen intently, and couldn't help myself from saying 
"My DH could do with that reflex when he annoys me"
He laughs, and all seems okay, at least there is no bajingo talk!

He then gets DS to stand up and bare some weight on his legs and asks
"Is he walking yet?"
I laugh and say "Of course not, he is only eight months!"
He smiles and says "Ah but I was walking at six"
Me and the nurse look at each other and say "Years is that"
I think he likes us taking the mick outt him!
Everyone is laughing and the mood is good, I start to relax a bit which is great.

He then says to put some special bum cream on DS's rash under his neck and I say "Oh it's all balls and bums with you isn't it"
Oh frickity frick frick!!
Thats right babydust, just tell the man that he is obsessed with peoples balls and arses, that's not like telling him he is gay at all is it now? 
I'm sure I'm so red that my head is about to expload.

He, as smooth as ever just says
"Oh I'm an old pervert me"

I swear my knees just went weak and I think "oh but if only"

And he jokes "Yes I was banned in my country, why do you think I'm working here"

Everyone is laughing and I can hear myself saying the words before they even come out, but I am for some reason powerless to stop them leaving my mouth.
"Oh I must make an appointment with you for myself then" 
FRCIK!!! Now he will know that you think he is sexy......I just want to DIE!!!

He tells me how to treat DS3's rash and explains that 
"It can also be found under the breast" before he laughs loudly and says "see now we are talking about breasts too!"
I grin and prey that he isn't trying to drop a hint.

He however seems to think that this is funny, and I hope the desperation in my laugh isn't making him think that I spend my days chasing pervs because that's the only way I could get some action.

We all say goodbye and I thank him and he leaves the room.
The nurse says "Isn't he brilliant" and I just KNOW that he is Doctor Love to her too  

So all being well I get baby dressed and she then starts at me about my smear and breast check.
(I can only assume that Doctor Love hasn't told her about the smelly bajingo thing)

Well I will start with the breast check I say, because to tell yis the truth, I attacked my bajingo with the ladyshave a couple of days ago and kinda got a bit carried away.
In other words, I look like a pre pubescent twelve year old girl down there  so I need to let it grow for a week or two.

She goes over how to check my breasts and notices that I have a rash on my upper chest (had it for a while now, and it is not pretty)
She says, Will I call him in again to check that for you.
"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD ARE YOU CRAZY" I practically scream.
"Um, I mean, oh it's okay, I'm sure it will be fine"
"No No No" she insists, acting like Mrs Doyle on from Father Ted only on an overdose of E numbers 
"We can give you something for that, let me go and speak to him, he will only have a quick look"
And with that she leaves the room, leaving me sitting there with my thoughts, and I have A LOT of them.

Why not get him in to have a look, I mean it;s not like it's an embarrassing thing now is it, sure the fat won't repulse him enough, lets just get the big oul rash to tip him over the edge!

I have only just admitted that I like the idea of him being a perv, and then, the nurse goes in there and says "Oh yes she has a rash on her tit's, please come in and "examine" them.
I see him having visions of me lying there, nipples erect and lustfully saying "Come and feel my breasts big boy"
I then have visions of his own testicles retracting in horror, much like the South African animal he was telling me about earlier 

He will be thinking I am ready to frickin rape him
OhmiGod, how do I get myself into these situations, me and Doctors should never mix, no good can come from it!!!

I sit there and think "frick I have me oul granny bra on, and he will see it, and think, even a Perv wouldn't get turned on by that love, before he goes ahead and pukes up his usual egg sarnie.

I sit there and go over all the balls and arse talk that went on before and then like a slap in the face it hit me!!

He must have been dropping a hint about my chest rash when he mentioned that DS3's rash can be found under the breast.
Arrghh, he is officially repulsed and trying to tell me how to clear it up without me forcing him to look at it, and now she is going to say "come and look at the fat girls tittys because she fancies you and wants you to feel her up!!!

At this point the nurse comes back and gives me an appt and explains that he wants to get my full blood works done as he thinks it may be hormonal and once the results are back I am to book in with him to go over everything.

So it's not over!!

I have a blood test on Tuesday and an appt with him the following week, he wants to check me from "top to toe"

Oh Frick, what am I gonna do?

I only went in for DS3, aren't they supposed to ignore the person bringing in the patient  

I have a feeling that I may have to resort to fake tan to make the blubber look a bit more human..........

How the frick do I get outta this one?  

Frickity Frick!!

The ordeal isn't over yet!!..........................................................................

So I'm in the bank, waiting in line (always bloomin busy in there) with DS2 (he HAS to come in with me because he KNOWS they have a bowl of lolly pops at the counter  )

So there I was reading a leaflet about online banking just so I look like I'm using my time constructively (they don't know I have had online banking for over a year now  )

The Old Lady at the front is taking forever, I'm sure she has just asked the girl at the counter for a million euro in one cent coins  

Anyway, I have my cheque in my hands ready to lodge and I'm excited that I will be going away soon, so I let my mind wonder until I hear the door open.

Yep...........you all by now will KNOW who walked in..........................Don't pretend you haven't guessed.................................................................................................





That's right, it was the one, the only, Doctor Love.

First at the shops when I was buying my bajingo pads, then at the doctors with DS3 where we had the very entertaining discussion about balls  and the nurse wanted him to grope the girls  and now at the fricking bank!

It was okay though, he smiled at me and I smiled back.

He didn't need to join the queue thank goodness, and I thought that I could finally say that I had a normal, non embarassing encounter with Doctor Love until DS2 pipes up.

"Mammy that's Doctor Love" at the top of his voice.

For the first time in my life I am actually grateful of the fact that he has a slight delay with his speech because it came out as "Mammy dats dota yuv"

He then had to walk past me as my queue reached the flippin exit door (little oul lady is still at the counter so I haven't budged) and said 
"Hello H (Babydust)" with a huge grin.

I smiled back and said "Hi J (Doctor Love)" trying to drown out the extremely loud FRICK that was currently screeching continuously inside my head.

Please, please puhleeeeaassssssseeee tell me he didn't understand him!!    

I still have to face him, and bump into him (because that seems to be a given now every time I leave the frickin house) 

I would be laughing my head off if it wasn't feckin true!!!!   

But seeing as I can't laugh at it, I thought that maybe some of you lot could........ 

Dignity could not be saved...........

My third "out of hours" encounter with Doctor Love went as follows..............................

I knew living in a small rural place would come and bite me on the arse one day, and today was that day.

You no doubt will remember my last post regarding my boob and bajingo appt with Doctor love, which I had to cancel today because DS3 had an appt for his eight month check (which is a whole other thread btw  )
I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved....

Ah-hen-e how, fresh from the visit to the PHN I then realise that I need Oil, chocolate chips, Flour and Co Co (Yes okay, I was going to make the five minute chocolate mug cake.....busted  )
So me and DS1 go into the shop, pick some bits and bobs up (including my alldays "fresh" pantyliners, which ironically enough I would never usually get in there, but they had a double pack on offer so I picked it up thinking I would save a few bob)

The place is deserted, which is nice because it's stress free shopping (or it's supposed to be anyway)
So me and DS1 head to the counter with our goodies.

There is one little old Lady in front of me buying some milk so I wait behind her and place my things on the counter.

The old lady starts chatting to the checkout girl, which is to be expected, and I'm not in a rush so I just smile and show I don't mind.

Right then, I hear someone join the queue behind me, I turn around and frickety frick frick!!!

It's Doctor Love    

"Hello Baby Dust" he says as he places his sandwich right behind my Alldays FRESH pantyliners.

My first thought was "Oh frick, you were supposed to see my tit's today" and I instantly look down to check that I am not showing any clevage, which of course then leads me to believe that he saw me looking down at my own breasts, which would then remind him that he was supposed to see them today in case he had forgotten.

"Oh, I know I have been to see you too many times if you remember my name" I laugh all the time thinking

"Frick, frick, frick, he has seen my pantyliners, and they have huge fecking letters on the box to tell you that they are fresh, which in other words must tell you that I have a smelly bajingo and therefore need the extra fresh odour eating industrial strangth pantyliners.
Why oh why in God's good name did I not just get the small box, so the writing would be at least half the size, or better still wait until I go to the chemist and pick them up in there"

He laughs at my attempt at a joke and I can't seem to change the look of horror on my face as I see just how close his Egg mayo sandwich is to the offending item.

I start to think "Should I move it? maybe I should, but then if he hasn't actually noticed it then I will just be bringing attention to it by moving the gigantic box and placing it further up the belt, oh FFS, why don't I just grab the speaker and announce to the store that BABYDUST HAS A SMELLY BAJINGO!!!"

"OK then, so maybe he won't even notice it" I reason with myself, all the while the old lady and the cashier still gassing like they have all the time in the world,.
"After all, there are other things on the belt, like flour, oil, choco.........ah shit!!!
The guy knows I'm overweight (Yea, because that's the kinda thing you have to tell people, it's not like they can see it themselves  ) and should be dieting and here I am with the feckin ingriedients for a chocolate cake lined up"

I don't know what's worse!

"Are you alright then" he asks, looking even sexier than usual.

"Oh yes thanks" I say, all the while trying to think about something to say that will stop him from looking at my purchases and thinking "ye fat cow, you are supposed to be on a diet!!"

Finally, the little old lady moves along and the checkout girl looks at me and says hello.

"Thank feck for that" I think as I move across to the other end of the belt.

So there is Doctor love, still talking smiling and talking to DS1, while I am trying to gather the things together.

At this point, I remember that this shop don't "do" carrier bags, so I am going to have to carry the stuff on my person.

I try to disguise the giant box of anti smelly bajingo pads behind the flour, but the box is twice as big as the small bag of flour, so I just try to cover the "fresh" part of it.

"No, doubt I will be seeing you soon enough Doctor Love" I smile, hoping against hope that if I just act normal then he won't go and tell the nurse who is doing my smear that she had better have the gas mask ready for my visit, otherwise she will choke on my bajingo fumes.
he smiles and laughs and I walk away, thinking I still have a bit of dignity left.

I of course drop the box just as I get to the doorway, and see DS1 reaching to grab them so I just keep on walking out the door, until I hear DS1 shout 
"Mammy, ye dropped your nappys!"

I didn't even look back, DS1 had to chase after me to the car...........     

The worst thing is that I have to go see him tomorrow morning because the PHN wants him to check DS3's hips.

FRICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can somebody Mind my dignity for me please?

And here is the result of my second visit!...............................................

Now DS3 was back there today and tall Doc was there, which was great because I feel off the wagon last week and needed to feel little for a few minutes  

Well, he says to me that I am almost 29 and therefore I will have to start going for breast checks every 6 months this year (family history)

Anyway, I can just about make my peace with this, as tall doc, as nice as he is, isn't gorgeous or anything, so I agree to make the appt with the nurse (but doc has to be there too)
So, once I come to terms with the fact that Tall doc will see the horrendous site that is my breasts, not to mention the mass of a stomach that comes with whipping the girls out  I trot over to the nurses room (it's a quiet day so I just walk right in)

Ah Baby Dust she says, all happy that I am there "I'm so glad to see you, because we need to get a smear test from you"

HOLD THE FRCIKIN PHONE WILL YE!! I think, morto at the thought of not only exposing the two sacks of overhang that used to be my boobs, but now I am expected to get my bajingo out too  

However I know what has happened to Jade, so I suck it up and agree.

So she goes on the computer and says that she will get the breast check and smear done together but that the doc will only be there for the breast check because he actually has to do it.

Ah frick, so now tall doc will not only see the spaniels ears, but he will touch them now too.
Now I know there is nothing sexual in it, and I know what I am about to say sounds crazy, but I promise you it's true.
I don't want him to touch my boobs because they are too fat!!!!!

So I have the voice in my head screaming at me to get the hell out of there right now, but I smile and nod, trying to act like a grown up.

She presses some more buttons and I start to come to terms with the fact that Tall doc will know that I have fat knockers and she tells me she is available Thursday afternoon.

Okay I smile, trying to drown out the "get the hell out of there" screech that is still in my head.

She books me in and I am slightly relieved that it will be over with next week.

I make a mental note to tame the bush before my appt, and try not to think about the fact that my bajingo is fat too, never mind my inner thighs, that she will in fact be coming face to..........erm ........face with?  

Okay it's for the best I reason with myself and thank her for sorting it for me.

"Oh" I say as I am about to open the door "Will Tall Doc be in here for my smear too?" I ask, praying that the answer will be no.

"Oh no" she smiled "The doctors don't do them, we do"

The relief is immense.......................until she says.

"But Tall doc won't be here anyway, it will be Doctor Love"

AAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Times everything I felt before by a squllion already!!!

I can't let Doctor Love see the girls!! He is far to smooth and sexy and......I don't know what else, but you know what I mean  

It's far far far too embarrassing!

Every time I see him afterwards I will be thinking 

"You know what my knockers look like without a bra, and you know it ain't pretty, and you have seen my belly, Oh God there are hairs on my lower belly, you have seen them too, you know one of my nipples is an innie, you also know that they are saggy, and you know I wear a push up bra to stop my nipples dragging along the floor, and now you will be put off your lunch and dinner, and the next time I see you, you will be a stone lighter because I disgusted you that much you couldn't eat for a week, and you will always think " oh here comes saggy tit's" every time you see me, and you know I didn't breastfeed so I can't even blame it on that..........."

There is more, but I won't write it in case you all think I'm crazy.

So on Thursday, I'm gonna need someone to look after my dignity for me until I get back.

Oh and do you think I will be able to just pull my top down (you know, the way they do on the holiday rep shows) so he can't see my mammoth belly? or would that be considered too weird?

Damn you boobs and bajingo's!!!! 

My Doctors

Well here you go guys!! the much sought after blog! lol

I figure the best way to start this would be to put all my Doctor Love posts in the same place so you could come and have a laugh at my expence whenever you like!

So that is how we will start..........................

Well I'm back from the docs.

Oh how I love that man, not only does he make my kids better but he once again made me feel small.

Yes that's right, he actually made me (the fat girl) feel small.

You see, he is about 6foot 6 and towers over me so I always feel like a little slip of a thing whenever I see him which is always nice!

I couldn't wait until he stood up at the end of the appt to say goodbye, I swear I almost went weak at the knees.

I had to stop myself from throwing my arms around him and kissing him (although in fairness I would only have reached the top of his chest, but thinking about it, I still would have done it  )

Although maybe kissing isn't the right word, I mean I just wanted to show my eternal gratitude towards him.
To be honest, when DS dropped his soother and I went to pick it up, I had to stop myself kissing his leg!  

Then just to top things off, the young doctor came into the room to ask my tall doctor a question (now when I say young, I mean my age 28, and did I mention that he has floppy curly hair that hangs into his eyes, which is just adorable and he has such a boyish charm about him)

I tried to go to him once, but he was so good looking that I just turned into a blithering mess whilst trying to explain that DS3 needed more eczema cream!

Tall doc however is okay, he is much older than me and isn't too good looking but he is such a gentleman though which is always nice

Now I haven't told you about my fave ever doc!
He works here for 6 weeks on and 6 weeks off and to say the women love him would be an understatement!

He is tanned, a very well aged 50 year old south African man who has so much charm oozing out of every pore!
He is also the most fantastic doctor you could ever bring your child to, which again pleases us women!
DH calls him doctor Love!

Now usually I would avoid someone like that because of the aforementioned blithering eejit thing that floppy haired doc reduces me too, but Doctor Love has such a great way of soothing you and putting you at ease that I was surprisingly fine with him! (he also touched my hand on my very first appt when I had pcos and told me everything was going to be alright, and then as I walked to reception he walked behind me with his hand on my lower back reassuringly  )

Now before you think "perv" (like I instantly would were someone telling me the same thing) , 
I was in need of the comfort and, despite me willing him to do so about a zillion times, he has never done it since!

Saying that, the downfall is that I would DIE if I ever had to show him my boobs or bajingo for anything  
I would need a really ugly male doc or better still a female for something like that!

Now where was I................Oh yes, floppy haired doc came into the room just as I was standing up, back towards him, huge gigantic enormous arse in full view aarrgghh!!
Why oh why couldn't he had just come in a few seconds earlier when my arse was safely hidden away by the seat and the baby was blocking any view of my belly too  

He smiled and said hello, and I flashed him my best grin (hoping that the lippy I put on without a mirror in the car park hadn't found it's way onto my teeth) but even the hello came out as a muffle.
He must think I'm a total halfwit!!

Still, I felt a little small still as tall doc was still standing up so I managed to exit the room a little happier  

More to follow ...............................................