- Louise is still bewildered at not being given a dramatic Dr House style diagnosis, where he sweeps in to a private consulting room as she reclines on a plush sofa looking wan, fixes her with a knowing look and announces ‘lupus. BIG TIME’ then produces a flip chart that he’s made of how all her symptoms make sense, like being scared of cupboards and flipping out over a carrot.
- despite Louise apparently being at death’s door with every HORRENDOUS cold, she’s been an absolute trooper, attending all her beauty appointments and weird treatments. One was a breathing session that made her sob in the bath for two hours straight afterwards, Louise absolutely loved it, because crying is one of her favourite things to do, and the bathroom has the best acoustics.
- on Saturday she managed to go ice shaking in fox fur and eat crepes and a burger incase she woke up dead. She didn’t, but lives in hope, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you can’t really revel in sympathy and attention if you are actually dead.
-she went to a nice dinner with some friends looking like a hobo in a bobbly sludge ensemble, which shows how much effort Louise puts into things where the focus or camera might not be on her. She’s still wearing those clothes now, but tonight has made a special exception and borrowed a skirt from Widow Twankee’s dressing up box. As we know she gets a lot of dresses from there so you could say she’s branching out. Turns out this was exactly the right thing to wear as there was a panto curtain call when everyone finished taking photos of their food. Louise had to quickly screw her eyes shut so we couldn’t see that they are much smaller without FaceTune.
-she’s done some cooking but is mostly sticking to lumps of chicken and no vegetables. As we know, cooking is one of Louise’s passions, but everything looks like the varnished display food in the banquet hall at Hampton Court Palace, and that is not a compliment as it’s been on display since the early seventies.
- how could we not mention Leo? Quite easily really, the poor lad hasn’t been up to much. Ryan would rather eat Doritos in the car than pick him early from nursery, and no one wants to encourage him to walk as it’s far easier that he can’t.