I really don't have anything to complain about, as all my life's trivial problems have been put into perspective for me yet again. My close friend has had the most horrific week. When I called on Monday, her hubby informed me she was in hospital with appendicitis and due for surgery that day. Then yesterday on her way home from hospital she's pulled into her street to find fire trucks and fearing the worst (that it was her place) was horrified to realise that it was indeed her house on fire. Her kitchen was burnt and the whole house reeked from smoke. Her in-laws were there with her so they're all packed up and off to their house until repairs are done, and she's just extremely thankful that all of them are safe and ok. She didn't care about the damage just as long as her baby was fine - she told me when she saw bub in hubby's arms as they pulled up the drive nothing else mattered, and isn't that so true?