Another short but surprisingly long week. How does it do that? In the past few weeks, I've come to a series of conclusions which could be potentially life changing and discussing one of the major ones with you yesterday really helped solidify the plans in my head. As ever, you are my voice of reason, thank you.
Managed to slice my finger with a knife amongst the washing up on Monday... this doesn't happen with a dish washer... note to self, buy a dishwasher one day.
There is a very cool and blustery breeze blowing here today despite the sunshine. I had a bit of a sleep in this morning and didn't get up until almost 6am which is late for me. I only jogged for a pathetic, (for me,) 20 minutes. The calf strain from last week is fine but I've now managed to pull the muscle in the back of my right thigh and it was too uncomfortable to run on and so for once, I was sensible and cut short the workout. I'm going to give the run a miss tomorrow and do some toning instead.
The healthy eating actually started this week ahead of my schedule of 1st May. I didn't do too badly, took lunch to work and everything! I didn't lose any weight but it was a short week after all and anyway, any good that I did do was probably annihilated by the celebratory sausage butties of yesterday, even if they were the low fat, turkey option.
Treated myself to Aussie Mega Instant conditioner, shampoo and a 3 Minute Miracle Frizz Remedy as they were on 3 for 2! The head is in dire need of help and on Tuesday, every time I stood before the mirrors in the ladies washing my hands, I couldn't help but notice that the head was expanding horizontally with static and frizz as the day progressed. It's crying out for help and despite the trend for long and luscious locks due to Kate's influence, I fear mine may be in for the chop... pretty soon.
After our Lindt Bunny conversation yesterday, as I walked past the reduced bunny display today, I decided on one last indulgence, purely to keep you company of course so I do hope you made it back to the store to buy yours!
It really feels like a Sunday today which is good news as I get to have a do-over tomorrow!
It was great, not to mention a relief to hear that you're feeling so much better. Since you were taken ill, I have heard of three people in work who have recently been in with the same and now Danni Minogue has been rushed into a hospital in London with appendicitis... see how current you are!?
Hope that you've had a lovely Saturday and were not too pooped form all the celebrations, back soon x
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Royal Wedding Fever
Where do I start? Who am I trying to kid? As if I'm not dying to launch straight into a mountain of confetti and make angels. Firstly, who needs Skype when we have the great British Broadcasting Corporation beaming images around the globe so that we can watch in tandem and oh and ah together! It was such fun watching with you and I don't know where I thought you where but after we discussed how long until the kiss and then put the phone down, I realised that when I said two hours to go, I was totally mistaken, I'd forgotten where you were speaking from and had totally disregarded the time difference! Hope you didn't miss it with my dodgy information.
Mr Regular has just been taking the Mickey over what I may or may not be writing about today, he's male... he doesn't get it... which I pointed out. Anyway, Kate, Catherine... The Duchess of Cambridge, as we know looked absolutely beautiful, regal and every inch our future Queen. The array of ladies outfits were amazing, almost two thousand guests and I did not see two alike which is some feat.
Stand outs for me were; Lady Sarah Chatto, (daughter of Princess Margaret,) I only saw a glimpse of the outfit but it looked to be very simple, slate grey and I'm pretty certain the name Jasper Conran was mentioned. Victoria Beckham looked stunning in dark blue, simple and elegant, she actually wore one of her own creations from A/W11. To be fair it may have seemed odd to wear someone else's designs but she looked wonderful and I think she deserves extra credit for being around five months pregnant. VB's outfit was completed by a stunning Philip Treacy head dress which defied gravity and five inch heels... what else? Her Majesty the Queen wore daffodil yellow in her usual style, it's as if the Queen wanted to project the joy she felt for the occasion, such a happy colour. Tara Palmer Tomkinson choice of, a vibrant blue looked stunning and Mrs Middleton's ice blue Catherine Walker, I thought not only looked perfect, every inch the Mother of the Bride but was also a lovely nod to the Princess of Wales and one of her favourite designers.
That takes care of the good, as for the bad, it's got to be the Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie. Beatrice in Valentino would have got away with the iffy colour, (I think C called her Princess Peach?) had it not been for the hideous head dress, but Eugenie definitely got it wrong with Vivienne Westwood, the outfit itself may have looked fabulous on someone taller but it did nothing for the Princess, shame.
The ugly? I hate to say this because I admire this Royal but Princess Anne looked like she was wearing curtains and I hated the hat/head dress. As much as I love print, it never seems to photograph well, especially at weddings for some reason and I think a block colour, especially for a wedding, is a safer bet.
As for the men, it's an obvious choice but old "golden balls" did look especially dapper and debonair. If I had to nit pick, I would have liked a closer shave but that didn't make him any less handsome. He really does scrub up well.
I got so engrossed with the arrivals at the Abbey and the outfits at one point that I forgot the Royals hadn't even arrived yet! I thought the whole wedding was wonderful and despite the 2000 strong congregation, it still seemed intimate. I know that we all thought the 1981 wedding of the Prince of Wales to the then Lady Diana Spencer was an absolute fairytale, but we were all so much younger then and a lot more naive. What the world witnessed yesterday, could not be faked. We saw two young adults, very much in love, marrying because they want to spend the rest of their lives together, not because it was expected, not to secure lineage but because of what we all would hope for; love.
My favourite moment of the service was Kate standing at the entrance to the Abbey, pausing for a few moments for final words and dress adjustments before the first few bars of "I Was Glad" by Sir Charles Parry heralded Kate's arrival and accompanied her on her long walk to the beginnings of her new life. I'm not ashamed to say it brought a tear to my eye.
Mr Regular has just been taking the Mickey over what I may or may not be writing about today, he's male... he doesn't get it... which I pointed out. Anyway, Kate, Catherine... The Duchess of Cambridge, as we know looked absolutely beautiful, regal and every inch our future Queen. The array of ladies outfits were amazing, almost two thousand guests and I did not see two alike which is some feat.
Stand outs for me were; Lady Sarah Chatto, (daughter of Princess Margaret,) I only saw a glimpse of the outfit but it looked to be very simple, slate grey and I'm pretty certain the name Jasper Conran was mentioned. Victoria Beckham looked stunning in dark blue, simple and elegant, she actually wore one of her own creations from A/W11. To be fair it may have seemed odd to wear someone else's designs but she looked wonderful and I think she deserves extra credit for being around five months pregnant. VB's outfit was completed by a stunning Philip Treacy head dress which defied gravity and five inch heels... what else? Her Majesty the Queen wore daffodil yellow in her usual style, it's as if the Queen wanted to project the joy she felt for the occasion, such a happy colour. Tara Palmer Tomkinson choice of, a vibrant blue looked stunning and Mrs Middleton's ice blue Catherine Walker, I thought not only looked perfect, every inch the Mother of the Bride but was also a lovely nod to the Princess of Wales and one of her favourite designers.
That takes care of the good, as for the bad, it's got to be the Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie. Beatrice in Valentino would have got away with the iffy colour, (I think C called her Princess Peach?) had it not been for the hideous head dress, but Eugenie definitely got it wrong with Vivienne Westwood, the outfit itself may have looked fabulous on someone taller but it did nothing for the Princess, shame.
The ugly? I hate to say this because I admire this Royal but Princess Anne looked like she was wearing curtains and I hated the hat/head dress. As much as I love print, it never seems to photograph well, especially at weddings for some reason and I think a block colour, especially for a wedding, is a safer bet.
As for the men, it's an obvious choice but old "golden balls" did look especially dapper and debonair. If I had to nit pick, I would have liked a closer shave but that didn't make him any less handsome. He really does scrub up well.
I got so engrossed with the arrivals at the Abbey and the outfits at one point that I forgot the Royals hadn't even arrived yet! I thought the whole wedding was wonderful and despite the 2000 strong congregation, it still seemed intimate. I know that we all thought the 1981 wedding of the Prince of Wales to the then Lady Diana Spencer was an absolute fairytale, but we were all so much younger then and a lot more naive. What the world witnessed yesterday, could not be faked. We saw two young adults, very much in love, marrying because they want to spend the rest of their lives together, not because it was expected, not to secure lineage but because of what we all would hope for; love.
My favourite moment of the service was Kate standing at the entrance to the Abbey, pausing for a few moments for final words and dress adjustments before the first few bars of "I Was Glad" by Sir Charles Parry heralded Kate's arrival and accompanied her on her long walk to the beginnings of her new life. I'm not ashamed to say it brought a tear to my eye.
Monday, 25 April 2011
Ness
No danger of sunburn today, it's cool, (cold,) and cloudy and the hills that punctuate the journey here are shrouded with mist. It's quiet here today and I'm afraid I'm back on the filter, green tea just would not cut it today, I almost asked for a blanket when I arrived. I slept great last night but the longer I'm off work, the more tired I seem to get, which I don't really understand. Luckily...? I'm back in work tomorrow but only for three days, hurrah.
Only ran for 40 minutes this morning, legs were tired, I have a slight calf strain, and I kept tripping up, a sure sign I'm not picking my feet up enough so must be a bit fatigued and so decided to take it easy today.
I'm wearing a very old H&M three quarter length sleeved top as we speak. I always feel great in it and as it's a bit, "smocky," I dont' have to breathe in at every given moment of the day, although I do run the risk of people asking me if I'm pregnant.
Watched the film, "Bewitched" last night, it was so bad, swiftly and thankfully followed by "Raising Hope" and "Hot in Cleveland." Both very funny. Oh... chilli was good yesterday and my rice was perfection if I may say so myself. I used Jamie Oliver's absorption method and it worked a treat, works every time apparently. Let's just say that's the only way I'll be cooking rice from now on, no more boiling the living daylights out of it in an enormous pan of bubbling water.
Stuffed face with chocolate yesterday afternoon and was kept company by my gorgeous boys in a Bondi Rescue Marathon, what else could I ask for???
B and I are going for a walk later, (note to self... change into something warmer.) We're heading for Ness Botanical gardens and probably lunch when we get there. It's a bit like the Tardis, doesn't matter how packed the car park is, once you get in there, it's so big, you can almost wander around without seeing another human.
I've had a crick in my neck for a few days now, I would love for someone to pummel it for me but as we speak, I'm just trying to gently stretch it out but may resort to drugs later. Hope all okay at your end, I'm thinking of you and hoping that you're doing much better. Think of me slaving away for the next few days... I will be back, very soon x
Only ran for 40 minutes this morning, legs were tired, I have a slight calf strain, and I kept tripping up, a sure sign I'm not picking my feet up enough so must be a bit fatigued and so decided to take it easy today.
I'm wearing a very old H&M three quarter length sleeved top as we speak. I always feel great in it and as it's a bit, "smocky," I dont' have to breathe in at every given moment of the day, although I do run the risk of people asking me if I'm pregnant.
Watched the film, "Bewitched" last night, it was so bad, swiftly and thankfully followed by "Raising Hope" and "Hot in Cleveland." Both very funny. Oh... chilli was good yesterday and my rice was perfection if I may say so myself. I used Jamie Oliver's absorption method and it worked a treat, works every time apparently. Let's just say that's the only way I'll be cooking rice from now on, no more boiling the living daylights out of it in an enormous pan of bubbling water.
Stuffed face with chocolate yesterday afternoon and was kept company by my gorgeous boys in a Bondi Rescue Marathon, what else could I ask for???
B and I are going for a walk later, (note to self... change into something warmer.) We're heading for Ness Botanical gardens and probably lunch when we get there. It's a bit like the Tardis, doesn't matter how packed the car park is, once you get in there, it's so big, you can almost wander around without seeing another human.
I've had a crick in my neck for a few days now, I would love for someone to pummel it for me but as we speak, I'm just trying to gently stretch it out but may resort to drugs later. Hope all okay at your end, I'm thinking of you and hoping that you're doing much better. Think of me slaving away for the next few days... I will be back, very soon x
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter Col! I said that to two people this morning and they both looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but I don't care. I finished writing for the competition and left it overnight to settle into itself, I'll revisit it later to see if I want to make any changes and then it can be sent off! I don't think you should change too much for fear of losing something, you should just go with your gut feelings so, we'll see.
Much, much cooler here today, in fact, under this air conditioning, I think it's appropriate to use the "f" word, (freezing.) Roads were really busy this morning considering it was still quite early. B didn't call yesterday, I didn't garden, Tracy Anderson did not kick my butt. Just spent the afternoon writing so really feel like I was quite lazy!
B is definitely coming today, she's bringing Chilli after church and I need to do the rice. I can't actually remember if I like chilli. I tried it twenty five years ago but most of the memory escapes me, so, I decided to throw caution to the wind and give it another go. However, I like to cover every eventuality and I do have a back up meal on stand-by in case I hate it.
Ran for an hour this morning but feeling a bit tired today. J popped over a little while ago with an Easter Egg for me, so that's dinner taken care of! Hope that you're knee deep in chocolate, I'm sure I read somewhere that it aids recovery x
Much, much cooler here today, in fact, under this air conditioning, I think it's appropriate to use the "f" word, (freezing.) Roads were really busy this morning considering it was still quite early. B didn't call yesterday, I didn't garden, Tracy Anderson did not kick my butt. Just spent the afternoon writing so really feel like I was quite lazy!
B is definitely coming today, she's bringing Chilli after church and I need to do the rice. I can't actually remember if I like chilli. I tried it twenty five years ago but most of the memory escapes me, so, I decided to throw caution to the wind and give it another go. However, I like to cover every eventuality and I do have a back up meal on stand-by in case I hate it.
Ran for an hour this morning but feeling a bit tired today. J popped over a little while ago with an Easter Egg for me, so that's dinner taken care of! Hope that you're knee deep in chocolate, I'm sure I read somewhere that it aids recovery x
Saturday, 23 April 2011
What's Not to Love?
Good Morning! Wow, it's so busy in here today. After the warm weather of the past few days, I have decided that it's time to officially declare that Spring has in fact sprung and I have switched my drink of choice to green tea so, I'm feeling quite healthy and virtuous right now.
Last night around 6.30pm, we had an absolute down pour. The rain pounded down bouncing off everything in sight. The TV satellite was lost so had no picture for around 30 minutes and peering out of the window onto the patio, I could not believe my eyes, amidst the bouncing rain were bouncing balls of hail, no wonder it was so noisy! Amazing considering how warm the day had been. It all lasted around an hour then faded away leaving that gorgeous, everything-washed-clean, fresh, earthy smell that you get after heavy rain. By 9am we had thunder and lightening and more rain, it sounded wonderful. It's a lot cooler today and while I've kept the short sleeved top, the boots have made a hasty return.
I ran for an hour this morning and spent the first 30 minutes writing in my head. I stumbled upon a writing competition yesterday, they've given the opening and then you have to continue to finish the first chapter. I've just written what I could remember from the run but of course, now that I have paper before me, it doesn't flow as well or sound as good. Still, I've made a start and the deadline isn't until May 10th so we'll see.
Not sure what I'm doing this afternoon. Really need Tracy Anderson to kick my butt, I haven't done that workout for two weeks now and really need to get back to it, plus, B may arrive to give me a hand with the garden so I'll see what's left of the afternoon after that.
As per the norm, now that the warm weather has arrived, the British man, (God bless him,) has reached into the deepest, darkest depths of their wardrobes and pulled out the most disgusting shorts they can find to inflict upon the nation. I really shouldn't disparage all British males, I can only speak of those that reside in my vicinity. It's like an affliction. As I left the post office on the way home, a man walked past wearing a bright red t-shirt with the slogan; "what's not to love?" emblazoned across his chest in giant white letters. I really wanted to lower my window, call him over and ask how much time did he have to spare? Swiftly followed by; where should I start?
Last night around 6.30pm, we had an absolute down pour. The rain pounded down bouncing off everything in sight. The TV satellite was lost so had no picture for around 30 minutes and peering out of the window onto the patio, I could not believe my eyes, amidst the bouncing rain were bouncing balls of hail, no wonder it was so noisy! Amazing considering how warm the day had been. It all lasted around an hour then faded away leaving that gorgeous, everything-washed-clean, fresh, earthy smell that you get after heavy rain. By 9am we had thunder and lightening and more rain, it sounded wonderful. It's a lot cooler today and while I've kept the short sleeved top, the boots have made a hasty return.
I ran for an hour this morning and spent the first 30 minutes writing in my head. I stumbled upon a writing competition yesterday, they've given the opening and then you have to continue to finish the first chapter. I've just written what I could remember from the run but of course, now that I have paper before me, it doesn't flow as well or sound as good. Still, I've made a start and the deadline isn't until May 10th so we'll see.
Not sure what I'm doing this afternoon. Really need Tracy Anderson to kick my butt, I haven't done that workout for two weeks now and really need to get back to it, plus, B may arrive to give me a hand with the garden so I'll see what's left of the afternoon after that.
As per the norm, now that the warm weather has arrived, the British man, (God bless him,) has reached into the deepest, darkest depths of their wardrobes and pulled out the most disgusting shorts they can find to inflict upon the nation. I really shouldn't disparage all British males, I can only speak of those that reside in my vicinity. It's like an affliction. As I left the post office on the way home, a man walked past wearing a bright red t-shirt with the slogan; "what's not to love?" emblazoned across his chest in giant white letters. I really wanted to lower my window, call him over and ask how much time did he have to spare? Swiftly followed by; where should I start?
Friday, 22 April 2011
Good Friday 2011
Happy Good Friday Col! How are you feeling madam? Do you remember Good Friday, three years ago? We all went to the beach, you'll have to help me out, I'm thinking Waihi? But I could be wrong so let me know! I was totally remiss with my travel journal so I don't have all the details but I know that you'll put me right. We had Subway on the way... my first ever venture into Subway, and last so far, not that it wasn't nice, I just haven't been in since! Anyway, we had a lovely day even if it was a bit misty and we... you... wrote our names in the sand, see pics below!
Weather has been good here for a few days and today looks like it's going to be hazy but glorious. I have actually dug out the sandals today and the feet are getting their first airing of the year, they won't know what's hit them.
Work was pretty hectic this week and even though it was technically a short week, it seemed to last forever. Haven't slept well all week and yesterday and today I've been feeling pretty sickly, I think it may just be sleep deprivation and a culmination of a stressful, (I hate using that word,) few weeks.
And so, the weekend now stretches out before me....absolute bliss. I jogged for an hour this morning, had two breakfasts, (cereal before jogging then hot cross buns two hours later,) showered, put a wash load in then hung out on the line, all before 8am.
I'm now in my usual Starbucks haunt, just congratulated Kylie, the manager, on her wedding, and I'm here with my filter although I really shoud switch to my green tea soon. For the past 30 minutes, I've poured over some careers information that I printed out... in work.
For what seems like ages now, I've had this invisible clock hanging over my head, no one else can see it but I definitely know it's there. It has a very loud tick and it's been tick-tocking in my ear relentlessly. I feel like I've wasted so much time already but I've finally decided that I need to retrain as something valuable to people and fulfilling for me, however long it may take. I did look into the talent acquisition visa you mentioned and the age limit is pretty high, so I have ages yet after all. I have plenty of time to create a life I can be happy with.
I'm psyching myself up for a healthy eating makeover. It's actually so long since I've eaten proper meals, I really had to put my thinking cap on to consider what I would actually eat, but yes... I can do this. Starting May 1st, the gloves are off, healthy eating, here I come.
I'm heading home to iron, (yawn,) and do a little late spring cleaning. Back soon x
Weather has been good here for a few days and today looks like it's going to be hazy but glorious. I have actually dug out the sandals today and the feet are getting their first airing of the year, they won't know what's hit them.
Work was pretty hectic this week and even though it was technically a short week, it seemed to last forever. Haven't slept well all week and yesterday and today I've been feeling pretty sickly, I think it may just be sleep deprivation and a culmination of a stressful, (I hate using that word,) few weeks.
And so, the weekend now stretches out before me....absolute bliss. I jogged for an hour this morning, had two breakfasts, (cereal before jogging then hot cross buns two hours later,) showered, put a wash load in then hung out on the line, all before 8am.
I'm now in my usual Starbucks haunt, just congratulated Kylie, the manager, on her wedding, and I'm here with my filter although I really shoud switch to my green tea soon. For the past 30 minutes, I've poured over some careers information that I printed out... in work.
For what seems like ages now, I've had this invisible clock hanging over my head, no one else can see it but I definitely know it's there. It has a very loud tick and it's been tick-tocking in my ear relentlessly. I feel like I've wasted so much time already but I've finally decided that I need to retrain as something valuable to people and fulfilling for me, however long it may take. I did look into the talent acquisition visa you mentioned and the age limit is pretty high, so I have ages yet after all. I have plenty of time to create a life I can be happy with.
I'm psyching myself up for a healthy eating makeover. It's actually so long since I've eaten proper meals, I really had to put my thinking cap on to consider what I would actually eat, but yes... I can do this. Starting May 1st, the gloves are off, healthy eating, here I come.
I'm heading home to iron, (yawn,) and do a little late spring cleaning. Back soon x
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Fame!
Good Morning. It's such a beautiful day here, not a cloud in the sky and just the vapour trails left by planes to punctuate the blue. Finally got around eight hours sleep last night, cold is easing off a bit but still have a seriously runny nose. I'm in my "Rachel from Friends", old favourite ensemble today, jeans, plain white T with black tank top, yes... I am without sleeves and feel naked. I attacked the fringe again last night, why does it never look quite as successful the next time you wash it?
Britain's Got Talent returned to the small screen last night. Just adore Ant and Dec, they are so good with Jo Public whether they're little kids, Nannas or fruit loops. The audition stages actually make me laugh out loud which does not happen much with TV. There were some real howlers on there last night but, as has become tradition, we were dealt that old lesson; "never judge a book by its cover," once again. Since Susan Boyle stepped onto that stage and proceeded to blow everyone away, we have these timely reminders every season to keep our pretentiousness in check.
A young man called Michael Collings from Plymouth chatted to the cameras. Very unassuming, didn't project much ... any promise. He walked onto the stage, in his orange hoodie and grey comfy pants and barely warranted the panel to lift their heads. Amanda Holden even commented that he looked like he was going on a long haul flight, he did. He introduced himself then picked up his guitar and sang, and played. He was amazing. http://youtu.be/YB98dcWkQqA
Dannii Minogue is writing for http://www.mydaily.co.uk/ and I read one of her artilces on places to visit in Sydney. Two restaurants stuck out, Uccello, http://www.merivale.com/#/ivy/uccello a very stylish Italian restaurant and Est, http://www.merivale.com/#/establishment/est/gallery the latter immediately looking like a fabulous venue for a wedding reception, classic, elegant and understated. Don't worry, there is nothing I haven't told you.
I was compelled to email Grazia yesterday after reading a really infuriating piece by a regular contributor. The writer was having a, "blue day," and a bit of a moan fest, which is fine but this... grown woman, was analysing why "male friend number 1" still hadn't phoned her after their argument, (pick up the phone yourself,) or the fact that she needed a face lift, she must be all of 30, in my opinion, she needs a good shake. Anyway, I fired off a few home truths and felt so much better after I hit the send button. Not sure I'll get letter of the week again but you never know!
I ran for an hour this morning. I re-jigged my playlist yesterday and added a few new tunes too, it really helped me pick up my pace a bit, despite the wheezing and runny nose. One of the new additions was Irene Cara's "Fame!" Oh that brought back memories, when the TV show was on in the 80's, I was convinced I was going to be a dancer and I was going to marry Danny. And so, there I was, running around recalling my bright pink leg warmers and Mr Shorofsky, (the music teacher.) As I ran, I couldn't help but leap, (a little,) or fling out an arm at the "Fame!" bits. Hopefully, if anyone saw me, they'll think I had cramp.
Just got the chicken I bought yesterday out of the fridge. I thought it was cooked already but it's not. Never cooked a whole chicken before, if I get this wrong, could be in for some serious food poisoning.
Britain's Got Talent returned to the small screen last night. Just adore Ant and Dec, they are so good with Jo Public whether they're little kids, Nannas or fruit loops. The audition stages actually make me laugh out loud which does not happen much with TV. There were some real howlers on there last night but, as has become tradition, we were dealt that old lesson; "never judge a book by its cover," once again. Since Susan Boyle stepped onto that stage and proceeded to blow everyone away, we have these timely reminders every season to keep our pretentiousness in check.
A young man called Michael Collings from Plymouth chatted to the cameras. Very unassuming, didn't project much ... any promise. He walked onto the stage, in his orange hoodie and grey comfy pants and barely warranted the panel to lift their heads. Amanda Holden even commented that he looked like he was going on a long haul flight, he did. He introduced himself then picked up his guitar and sang, and played. He was amazing. http://youtu.be/YB98dcWkQqA
Dannii Minogue is writing for http://www.mydaily.co.uk/ and I read one of her artilces on places to visit in Sydney. Two restaurants stuck out, Uccello, http://www.merivale.com/#/ivy/uccello a very stylish Italian restaurant and Est, http://www.merivale.com/#/establishment/est/gallery the latter immediately looking like a fabulous venue for a wedding reception, classic, elegant and understated. Don't worry, there is nothing I haven't told you.
I was compelled to email Grazia yesterday after reading a really infuriating piece by a regular contributor. The writer was having a, "blue day," and a bit of a moan fest, which is fine but this... grown woman, was analysing why "male friend number 1" still hadn't phoned her after their argument, (pick up the phone yourself,) or the fact that she needed a face lift, she must be all of 30, in my opinion, she needs a good shake. Anyway, I fired off a few home truths and felt so much better after I hit the send button. Not sure I'll get letter of the week again but you never know!
I ran for an hour this morning. I re-jigged my playlist yesterday and added a few new tunes too, it really helped me pick up my pace a bit, despite the wheezing and runny nose. One of the new additions was Irene Cara's "Fame!" Oh that brought back memories, when the TV show was on in the 80's, I was convinced I was going to be a dancer and I was going to marry Danny. And so, there I was, running around recalling my bright pink leg warmers and Mr Shorofsky, (the music teacher.) As I ran, I couldn't help but leap, (a little,) or fling out an arm at the "Fame!" bits. Hopefully, if anyone saw me, they'll think I had cramp.
Just got the chicken I bought yesterday out of the fridge. I thought it was cooked already but it's not. Never cooked a whole chicken before, if I get this wrong, could be in for some serious food poisoning.
Saturday, 16 April 2011
April 16th
So, I got home yesterday and immediately tackled the front lawn. Mower is still going strong, thank you very much, but it was such hard going, the first cut of Spring, always is I suppose. Underneath the grass we have a rather thick layer of underlay in the form of moss. Lovely to walk on, very springy, but after I'd mowed, all I was left with was moss and the remnants of the weeds, I think it looked better before I mowed. I followed up with a bit of raking. Still have monbretia at the top of the drive and I always leave last years dead fronds in place to protect the bulbs from the frost. By this time of year, the new, green, spiky eager fronds are poking through and so I raked up all the dead stuff too, then brushed the path, I was shattered by the time I'd done that. The gardening and the ironing took about four hours so I was pooped.
You know what I forgot to tell you yesterday? This week, I was described as... "calm." Can you believe it? Me! I can't remember the exact phraseology but something about a calming management technique? Me, firey Leo, placid, that is until I explode. Who knew? God knows I never feel calm but if that's what I've learned to project, I can live with that. Please note, the person calling me calm is not so much, so maybe it's a comparative thing.
Did I tell you I'm engrossed in Biggest Loser US? It's season 9 over here, I cry every week with O'Neal and Sunshine, (Father and Daughter,) but they're usually happy tears or tears over O'Neal's accomplishments, (he has bad knees,) and his determination and effort and Trainer Bob's, (love Trainer Bob,) expertise, tuition, encouragement and support. This week was different, O'Neal's beloved brother Arthur, former Marine, former boxer, obviously O'Neal's hero, passed away, without Uncle, as he's known on the ranch, getting the chance to say goodbye. Well, I sobbed. O'Neal sobbed, even "hard as nails" Jillian, the other trainer, who never, ever, cracks, shed tears. It was so sad and you just wanted to give him a hug.
I know that R will be doing an excellent job looking after you, but I do wish I was a lot nearer, (as in... in the spare room,) so that I could check up on you. It was so great to speak to you this morning but you didn't sound like your usual self, you sound poorly, which is understandable. Don't forget to phone me next weekend or I'll come looking for you.
The thick white cloud I was telling you about has cleared and we now have brilliant sunshine. It's still cool but we have sunshine, never the less. So much for the healthy, good intentions we spoke about earlier, I'm craving Walkers Thai Sweet Chilli crisps, and I think I may have to give in.
Horoscopes, (yes, I'm still reading them,) are saying things like; "as you come to realising a long-held dream..." and, " It may have taken longer than expected for it to come about, but with one last determined effort, you will achieve your aim," could they not give me a clue... which dream? Which aim? Or is that too much to ask for?
You know what I forgot to tell you yesterday? This week, I was described as... "calm." Can you believe it? Me! I can't remember the exact phraseology but something about a calming management technique? Me, firey Leo, placid, that is until I explode. Who knew? God knows I never feel calm but if that's what I've learned to project, I can live with that. Please note, the person calling me calm is not so much, so maybe it's a comparative thing.
Did I tell you I'm engrossed in Biggest Loser US? It's season 9 over here, I cry every week with O'Neal and Sunshine, (Father and Daughter,) but they're usually happy tears or tears over O'Neal's accomplishments, (he has bad knees,) and his determination and effort and Trainer Bob's, (love Trainer Bob,) expertise, tuition, encouragement and support. This week was different, O'Neal's beloved brother Arthur, former Marine, former boxer, obviously O'Neal's hero, passed away, without Uncle, as he's known on the ranch, getting the chance to say goodbye. Well, I sobbed. O'Neal sobbed, even "hard as nails" Jillian, the other trainer, who never, ever, cracks, shed tears. It was so sad and you just wanted to give him a hug.
I know that R will be doing an excellent job looking after you, but I do wish I was a lot nearer, (as in... in the spare room,) so that I could check up on you. It was so great to speak to you this morning but you didn't sound like your usual self, you sound poorly, which is understandable. Don't forget to phone me next weekend or I'll come looking for you.
The thick white cloud I was telling you about has cleared and we now have brilliant sunshine. It's still cool but we have sunshine, never the less. So much for the healthy, good intentions we spoke about earlier, I'm craving Walkers Thai Sweet Chilli crisps, and I think I may have to give in.
Horoscopes, (yes, I'm still reading them,) are saying things like; "as you come to realising a long-held dream..." and, " It may have taken longer than expected for it to come about, but with one last determined effort, you will achieve your aim," could they not give me a clue... which dream? Which aim? Or is that too much to ask for?
Friday, 15 April 2011
15th April
So how are you feeling Col? Been thinking of you all week and wondering how you're doing. Hope that you're watching back to back rom coms or are relaxing in the sunshine if it's still warm enough.
All okay at this end. I've been trying to fend off either tonsillitis or a cold since Monday, the body obviously went into shock following the good times and the late nights last weekend and so I have some kind of lurgy brewing. I didn't have to be up early today so of course, I woke at 3am. I was dreaming of swimming underwater just before that, it was somewhere very blue and very floaty, no breathing apparatus but definitely not drowning, just weightless gliding and quite lovely.
Work wasn't too bad, I had four; "your hair looks nice," on Tuesday after I couldn't be bothered to do anything and so just ran the straighteners over the fringe and sides. So much for all of the mornings blow drying and curling!
Spoke to B last night and had the usual conversation; "you ok, yes?" followed by, "anything to report, no?" Remember how "closed questions" were drummed into us Col? Not only do I get closed questions, but she answers them for me too. I really want to say; "my brain fell out last week and there is a shark living in my garden," but I just say "yes" and "no," it's easier.
I worked out for an hour this morning, probably a mistake as I sounded like a wheezy ninety year old by the time I'd finished. I'm here... you know where and after my filter, (not quite ready for green tea yet,) I'll be heading home to mow the front lawn. The grass isn't terrible but you know how it has a sudden growth spurt at this time of year and compared to next door's perfectly manicured specimen, it looks a show. After that, I need to iron then I need to revamp my resume. It's not that long since I redid my cv but I looked up an example online last night and it's totally different now. Did you know you should open with "a personal statement"? Could be tricky. Do you think, "you'd be a fool not to employ me" is too pushy? I'm looking for something low profile and "back of house" for the second job. Something not too challenging after a day at work would be good.
A mother and daughter have just sat on the next two stools to my right. Very well groomed, perfectly nice, I've just asked if they'd like me to move up a stool but they're ok still, the perfume is pretty overpowering. Mr Regular comes over to tell me not to get too stressed that someone has invaded my space! I really don't mind... am I that transparent? Maybe he would have felt stressed. They're not there too long but I've been desperately trying not to cough, reminds me of D's wedding when I had bronchitis and I tried only to cough during the hymns and not the vows.
Vanessa Feltz has taken over the radio show which accompanies me to work in the mornings. I was a bit sceptical but it must be difficult for presenters to hit the right note that time in the morning, there are of course night shift workers and insomniacs who've been up for hours and are wide awake and people like myself who haven't been up that long and are still feeling a little fragile and sleepy, must be a difficult balance for them. Lady V... as she likes to be known, was quite entertaining at first and refreshing, her predecessor, Sarah Kennedy was lovely and a bit like an eccentric Aunt but quite pleasant to listen to first thing in the morning, Aled Jones who sometimes covers is just lovely, totally unchallenging, (in a good way,) and his easy voice and gentle humour are perfect and just wash over you. Lady V... in comparison, while initially a breath of fresh air, is quite jarring on the nerves at that time in the morning. Her delivery is vociferous bordering on argumentative and she's there on her own for most of the time! Imagine the most dramatic lawyer in the world, summing up the closing argument of his life, and you'll get the idea. Anyway, I had to mute her on occasions this week. I want to like her but maybe it's the lurgy taking over, maybe I'm just not a morning person, maybe she's just too loud for that time slot.
Take a look, how cute? http://ow.ly/i/aggn
All okay at this end. I've been trying to fend off either tonsillitis or a cold since Monday, the body obviously went into shock following the good times and the late nights last weekend and so I have some kind of lurgy brewing. I didn't have to be up early today so of course, I woke at 3am. I was dreaming of swimming underwater just before that, it was somewhere very blue and very floaty, no breathing apparatus but definitely not drowning, just weightless gliding and quite lovely.
Work wasn't too bad, I had four; "your hair looks nice," on Tuesday after I couldn't be bothered to do anything and so just ran the straighteners over the fringe and sides. So much for all of the mornings blow drying and curling!
Spoke to B last night and had the usual conversation; "you ok, yes?" followed by, "anything to report, no?" Remember how "closed questions" were drummed into us Col? Not only do I get closed questions, but she answers them for me too. I really want to say; "my brain fell out last week and there is a shark living in my garden," but I just say "yes" and "no," it's easier.
I worked out for an hour this morning, probably a mistake as I sounded like a wheezy ninety year old by the time I'd finished. I'm here... you know where and after my filter, (not quite ready for green tea yet,) I'll be heading home to mow the front lawn. The grass isn't terrible but you know how it has a sudden growth spurt at this time of year and compared to next door's perfectly manicured specimen, it looks a show. After that, I need to iron then I need to revamp my resume. It's not that long since I redid my cv but I looked up an example online last night and it's totally different now. Did you know you should open with "a personal statement"? Could be tricky. Do you think, "you'd be a fool not to employ me" is too pushy? I'm looking for something low profile and "back of house" for the second job. Something not too challenging after a day at work would be good.
A mother and daughter have just sat on the next two stools to my right. Very well groomed, perfectly nice, I've just asked if they'd like me to move up a stool but they're ok still, the perfume is pretty overpowering. Mr Regular comes over to tell me not to get too stressed that someone has invaded my space! I really don't mind... am I that transparent? Maybe he would have felt stressed. They're not there too long but I've been desperately trying not to cough, reminds me of D's wedding when I had bronchitis and I tried only to cough during the hymns and not the vows.
Vanessa Feltz has taken over the radio show which accompanies me to work in the mornings. I was a bit sceptical but it must be difficult for presenters to hit the right note that time in the morning, there are of course night shift workers and insomniacs who've been up for hours and are wide awake and people like myself who haven't been up that long and are still feeling a little fragile and sleepy, must be a difficult balance for them. Lady V... as she likes to be known, was quite entertaining at first and refreshing, her predecessor, Sarah Kennedy was lovely and a bit like an eccentric Aunt but quite pleasant to listen to first thing in the morning, Aled Jones who sometimes covers is just lovely, totally unchallenging, (in a good way,) and his easy voice and gentle humour are perfect and just wash over you. Lady V... in comparison, while initially a breath of fresh air, is quite jarring on the nerves at that time in the morning. Her delivery is vociferous bordering on argumentative and she's there on her own for most of the time! Imagine the most dramatic lawyer in the world, summing up the closing argument of his life, and you'll get the idea. Anyway, I had to mute her on occasions this week. I want to like her but maybe it's the lurgy taking over, maybe I'm just not a morning person, maybe she's just too loud for that time slot.
Take a look, how cute? http://ow.ly/i/aggn
Monday, 11 April 2011
Appendicitis?
Are you kidding me? Just got R's message, can't believe you didn't wait for me to get there again before you succumbed to appendicitis! Remember the knee op? I had a lovely afternoon waiting for you to come out of surgery and I seem to remember a rather handsome doctor, and lets face it, you're not the worst patient in the world to be around. I'll phone at the weekend, be prepared to do mucho grovelling in recompense. I love you sweet pea and I'm not at all worried... you know I'm being ironic right? x
Check In
JR drops me at the airport which is packed to the rafters, Sunday, late afternoon must be a popular time to travel. Security men are unusually chatty and even comment on the sparkly bracelets. I'm now sitting here in the airport bar, with a cool, white wine spritzer, writing to you. I've had a very packed, but truly lovely, long weekend. The usual worries haven't totally left me, but, despite the tiredness, I feel like I have in fact, recharged the batteries. Talking through and sharing the many ideas in my head, and hearing them out loud, has really made me think. Silent ponderings are so easy to overlook and to ignore, discussing them gives them life and I'm now so awash with ideas, I don't know where to begin. I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight, and going for a run in the morning, sweet dreams x
Heading Home
Another late night, I slept great but woke early still feeling sleep deprived. JR and I picked up H&M at 11am and we drove to Uppark House, built in 1690 but with much of the upper floor restored after a huge fire in 1989. It was a fascinating insight into the lives of the Feathersonehaugh family and their connection to the then Prince of Wales. Interestingly, we walked past a house in Hampstead on Friday with a blue plaque indicating that Orson Wells had lived there and it was Orson Wells's mother who was housekeeper of Uppark House for twelve years... what a small world. We had a very lazy/leisurely few hours at Uppark, drinking coffee, gazing at the unspoilt South Downs and wandering around the house, I doubt that the view had changed in two centuries. We had lunch at Uppark followed by ice cream in the gardens then drove back through the countryside for coffee at H&M's before leaving for the airport.
9th April
Happy Birthday Mum! I'm so tired, my eyes feel like they're stuck together. First activity of the day is to help out H&M at a charity event for the Bible Society. H and hubby M had already committed before I planned to come down and so JR and I were volunteered to assist too, which is fine! I have a sneaking suspicion than the majority of tea and coffee drinkers will be elderly and mature adults love me ;) It was only two hours out of the morning, the people were lovely and inquisitive, I love that people greet you with mild suspicion; where had I come from? Would I move down here? Who did I know? They were all lovely.
Following our good deed, H&M, JR and I had lunch out, we decided on quite a substantial lunch as we would not be having dinner tonight as we were heading out to the theatre. We had lunch at The Red Lion, a beautiful pub with a thatched roof in luscious, green surroundings. After lunch we went for a walk around the church grounds just across the road from the pub. The church itself was locked but we wandered the church yard which I'm always fascinated by. The oldest headstone I came across was dated 1723, there were many in the 1800's with lots of the deceased aged from teens to mid twenties which is a reminder of the mortality rate of the times. Most of the headstones were covered with lichen which obscured the inscription sadly. The grounds where beautiful and tranquil, and looking at the view, I imagine it has hardly changed in the last 200 years. One of the dedicated benches read; "the best is yet to come." How wonderful.
After an hour of rest, we head over to the Mayflower Theatre in Southampton, relatively new, being built in 1928, it was a beautiful theatre except... for the seating. The seats, bless them, were in dire need of attention. JR had booked us great seats to watch Flavia Cacace and Vincent Simone star in "Midnight Tango." It's fortunate that we were all familiar with each other as the seats caused JR to lean into me, I lent into M and so on. The seats are desperately in need of some TLC to stop the listing to the right. The challenging seating didn't stop the enjoyment though. The story was played out through actions and dance, (Argentine Tango,) set in old Argentina complete with gauchos, smokey atmosphere and fabulous dresses and shoes on Flavia. The whole evening was wonderful but the best moments were Flavia and Vincent, alone on stage... you could have heard a pin drop and I will never tire of watching them.
Following our good deed, H&M, JR and I had lunch out, we decided on quite a substantial lunch as we would not be having dinner tonight as we were heading out to the theatre. We had lunch at The Red Lion, a beautiful pub with a thatched roof in luscious, green surroundings. After lunch we went for a walk around the church grounds just across the road from the pub. The church itself was locked but we wandered the church yard which I'm always fascinated by. The oldest headstone I came across was dated 1723, there were many in the 1800's with lots of the deceased aged from teens to mid twenties which is a reminder of the mortality rate of the times. Most of the headstones were covered with lichen which obscured the inscription sadly. The grounds where beautiful and tranquil, and looking at the view, I imagine it has hardly changed in the last 200 years. One of the dedicated benches read; "the best is yet to come." How wonderful.
After an hour of rest, we head over to the Mayflower Theatre in Southampton, relatively new, being built in 1928, it was a beautiful theatre except... for the seating. The seats, bless them, were in dire need of attention. JR had booked us great seats to watch Flavia Cacace and Vincent Simone star in "Midnight Tango." It's fortunate that we were all familiar with each other as the seats caused JR to lean into me, I lent into M and so on. The seats are desperately in need of some TLC to stop the listing to the right. The challenging seating didn't stop the enjoyment though. The story was played out through actions and dance, (Argentine Tango,) set in old Argentina complete with gauchos, smokey atmosphere and fabulous dresses and shoes on Flavia. The whole evening was wonderful but the best moments were Flavia and Vincent, alone on stage... you could have heard a pin drop and I will never tire of watching them.
Sleep Deprived
Horrid nights sleep last night. I never sleep particularly well on my first night away from home, (unless I've just travelled for at least 24 hours before hand.) I lay awake for hours and at one point, thought I felt something on my arm, I moved pretty quickly and turned on the light to see rather a large spider near the wall about a metre away from me. Had that eight legged creature been on my arm or was my esp in overdrive? This is why I don't possess a valance, it's a ladder for spiders people. I watched spidey walk along the floor to the corner of the room and then I lost him, I'm thinking he was laying low behind the wicker chest at the foot of the bed.
I think I managed around three hours sleep, so I woke very bleary eyed. Despite two slices of little toast and blackcurrant jam at 8ish, I was ravenous by the time JR, H and I arrived at Brentcross shopping mall around 11. H needed a few essentials and so JR and I had a little look around and I had a Bakewell Slice and latte to stave off the hunger until lunchtime.
We arrived at Hampstead around 12.30 to visit with S and baby A who is actually now 18 months old and is a walking, talking and very sociable whirlwind. We had lunch at the Freemason's Arms then on to the Heath for a lovely walk followed by an iced coffee frappacino while baby slept. Back at the flat, baby is full of beans, you know how toddlers appear drunk on laughter sometimes? Baby A was giddy with laughter, excitement and twirly, such a joy to watch. Our spelling is challenged as we have to spell out some words so as not to tip off bright baby A, we have an emergency D-I-G-G-E-R in the bag, not to mention a B-A-N-N-A-N-A P-O-U-C-H, life can be a B-I-T-C-H sometimes.
Back at S's, we played with building blocks, had numerous rounds of the obligatory peek-a-boo and several story times. Baby A sat very quietly on my crossed legs while I read The Gruffalo to him, he's so beautiful and so good. I sat on the terrace while baby A had a very quick bath time, (I think he was frightened of missing something,) swiftly followed by bedtime, at which point S produced a sterling dinner and the adults had a few lovely hours of relaxed conversation and a little pink fizz for those of us who hadn't given up alcohol for Lent. It was lovely to have a few hours conversation and catch up with dear friends.
We arrive back at JR's around midnight, I'm so tired but it's been such a lovely day, needless to say, after 3 hours sleep last night, I slept like a log.
I think I managed around three hours sleep, so I woke very bleary eyed. Despite two slices of little toast and blackcurrant jam at 8ish, I was ravenous by the time JR, H and I arrived at Brentcross shopping mall around 11. H needed a few essentials and so JR and I had a little look around and I had a Bakewell Slice and latte to stave off the hunger until lunchtime.
We arrived at Hampstead around 12.30 to visit with S and baby A who is actually now 18 months old and is a walking, talking and very sociable whirlwind. We had lunch at the Freemason's Arms then on to the Heath for a lovely walk followed by an iced coffee frappacino while baby slept. Back at the flat, baby is full of beans, you know how toddlers appear drunk on laughter sometimes? Baby A was giddy with laughter, excitement and twirly, such a joy to watch. Our spelling is challenged as we have to spell out some words so as not to tip off bright baby A, we have an emergency D-I-G-G-E-R in the bag, not to mention a B-A-N-N-A-N-A P-O-U-C-H, life can be a B-I-T-C-H sometimes.
Back at S's, we played with building blocks, had numerous rounds of the obligatory peek-a-boo and several story times. Baby A sat very quietly on my crossed legs while I read The Gruffalo to him, he's so beautiful and so good. I sat on the terrace while baby A had a very quick bath time, (I think he was frightened of missing something,) swiftly followed by bedtime, at which point S produced a sterling dinner and the adults had a few lovely hours of relaxed conversation and a little pink fizz for those of us who hadn't given up alcohol for Lent. It was lovely to have a few hours conversation and catch up with dear friends.
We arrive back at JR's around midnight, I'm so tired but it's been such a lovely day, needless to say, after 3 hours sleep last night, I slept like a log.
Arrival in Hampshire
I make my way to the pickup point but we appear to have a new procedure and a nice gentleman is directing drop off/pick up people into the car park, instead of letting them park for two minutes to deposit/collect their human cargo. I try to tell him that I'm just waiting for my friend to collect me but he insists that he'll direct them to the car park when they arrive and the first ten minutes are free, sounds like a lot of faff for a 60 second manoeuvre but maybe the airport has become busier in the last few months and it's to stop a backlog of drop off/pick up traffic?
I'm only there two or three minutes when JR and H, (driving, ) arrive, I was only expecting JR so this is a nice surprise. Traffic police does his best to direct but H pulls into the old allotted space and while she's gesticulating in my direction, I'm running over the crossing with my case and before I know it, she's out of the 4X4 with the boot open for me to throw my case in.
We head back to JR's and onto the patio for a relaxing afternoon of sitting in the sunshine, drinking alcohol free wine, (JR is teetotal and H has given up for Lent.... such bad timing,) and catching up, it was lovely. JR had prepared dinner in advance and after more chat, we go for a walk to find this magnificent Magnolia tree shaped like an umbrella a few minutes away. Somehow, the conversation turned to television and I did my duty and extolled the virtues of Bondi Rescue and so, upon our return from the walk, I introduced JR and H to the wonders of Bondi Rescue via You Tube, JR was hooked.
I'm only there two or three minutes when JR and H, (driving, ) arrive, I was only expecting JR so this is a nice surprise. Traffic police does his best to direct but H pulls into the old allotted space and while she's gesticulating in my direction, I'm running over the crossing with my case and before I know it, she's out of the 4X4 with the boot open for me to throw my case in.
We head back to JR's and onto the patio for a relaxing afternoon of sitting in the sunshine, drinking alcohol free wine, (JR is teetotal and H has given up for Lent.... such bad timing,) and catching up, it was lovely. JR had prepared dinner in advance and after more chat, we go for a walk to find this magnificent Magnolia tree shaped like an umbrella a few minutes away. Somehow, the conversation turned to television and I did my duty and extolled the virtues of Bondi Rescue and so, upon our return from the walk, I introduced JR and H to the wonders of Bondi Rescue via You Tube, JR was hooked.
Airport Angst
There is always some trauma when I fly. Finishing off the job application form, I somehow lost track of time and we end up leaving for the airport around an hour later than I had planned. J did an excellent job of getting me to the airport, still with a little time to spare and while managing to adhere to the speed limit... honestly. However, I'm traumatised, I'd rather be an hour early than 2 minutes late and while I'm technically not late at all, I feel like I am. On the plus side, for the first time ever, I glide through security and even have a nice chat with security man as I pass through the bleep machine, speaking of which, I probably should not have mentioned the "d" word or the "e" word in the previous post, heaven knows what adds will appear next.
It's a small plane with two propellers, I'm assuming two, I can only actually see one from where I am. My carry on luggage won't fit in the overhead compartment so it's rammed under the seat in front. The emergency lighting in case we crash, appears to be fluorescent sticky tape but hey, I'm confident it'll do the required job and in any case, the nearest exit is only in the next row so I'll be fine. We taxi for a few minutes then, just as the pilot puts his foot down, aiming for warp speed, the cockpit door flies open and scares the bejesus out of me but two minutes later, I'm gazing out of the window, admiring the green patchwork of fields below. Flying above the clouds always amazes me, but I don't like to analyse it for too long, I'd rather just wonder at the fluffy magic of it all, can't help wondering if this is this what heaven looks like?
Fifteen minutes into the flight and I'm starting to feel a little cooler and a little calmer, last week, I was searching for cabin crew jobs, now... I'm not so sure. I'm wearing Pandora and enough Swarovski to blind the pilot as you never know who you'll bump into and what opportunities may arise. Yep, the sun is hitting the bracelets and it looks like we have a glitter ball in here.
Coming in to land and we bank over the Solent, I've never sat on the right before and the view is amazing, the water looks so big and so green! Captain Osborne brings us in for a textbook landing, really feel like I'm on holiday now.
It's a small plane with two propellers, I'm assuming two, I can only actually see one from where I am. My carry on luggage won't fit in the overhead compartment so it's rammed under the seat in front. The emergency lighting in case we crash, appears to be fluorescent sticky tape but hey, I'm confident it'll do the required job and in any case, the nearest exit is only in the next row so I'll be fine. We taxi for a few minutes then, just as the pilot puts his foot down, aiming for warp speed, the cockpit door flies open and scares the bejesus out of me but two minutes later, I'm gazing out of the window, admiring the green patchwork of fields below. Flying above the clouds always amazes me, but I don't like to analyse it for too long, I'd rather just wonder at the fluffy magic of it all, can't help wondering if this is this what heaven looks like?
Fifteen minutes into the flight and I'm starting to feel a little cooler and a little calmer, last week, I was searching for cabin crew jobs, now... I'm not so sure. I'm wearing Pandora and enough Swarovski to blind the pilot as you never know who you'll bump into and what opportunities may arise. Yep, the sun is hitting the bracelets and it looks like we have a glitter ball in here.
Coming in to land and we bank over the Solent, I've never sat on the right before and the view is amazing, the water looks so big and so green! Captain Osborne brings us in for a textbook landing, really feel like I'm on holiday now.
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Time to Pack
Had a horrible nights sleep last night, dreamt I was being chased along a pitch dark road, I crossed over the road as it was darker on the opposite side so that I was less visible, but when I got there, it was so dark I couldn't see where I was running, couldn't see a thing. While I was running, I started to feel someone touching the top of my head, at which point I woke with heart pounding. Tossed and turned the rest of the night then rose at 5.30 a.m. to breakfast and run, no time for stretches today.
I've shopped and recycled and I'm here with my filter before heading home to pack for my weekend away. I feel like I'm in a bit of a rut, so it'll be good to have a change of scenery and do something different. Have the gillet on today, big mistake as we have, "that fine rain that soaks you," so, currently sporting rather wet sleeves. However, 22 degrees down south today so I'm torn over what to pack. You know how organised I like to be with outfits but a carry on bag is not very accommodating.
Put wash load in this morning, complete with silvery, grey scarf which I thought I may pack but it's stiff and scratchy so added it to the wash. It's very fine like gossamer and apparently half of it's weight was dye because I now have a pale grey sports bra and slightly darker grey knickers.
I'm flying down which is always interesting. I must look really suspicious as I usually get frisked and the last time I had my bag swabbed for drugs? explosives? I even had my bag searched boarding the plane to leave Auckland so I'm internationally suspicious. I've had conversations about the number of liquids I can fit into my baggie, "you should only pack essentials madam." To me, mascara, perfume and okay, several tubes of lip balm are essential, you can never have too much lip balm, what if you have a lip balm emergency?
Carol has just been over to tell me her boss who was around on Monday, thinks I have a lovely smile apparently, I should hope so after a brace, an Invisalign adventure and hundreds of pounds worth of dentistry and Olympic class flossing.
I've shopped and recycled and I'm here with my filter before heading home to pack for my weekend away. I feel like I'm in a bit of a rut, so it'll be good to have a change of scenery and do something different. Have the gillet on today, big mistake as we have, "that fine rain that soaks you," so, currently sporting rather wet sleeves. However, 22 degrees down south today so I'm torn over what to pack. You know how organised I like to be with outfits but a carry on bag is not very accommodating.
Put wash load in this morning, complete with silvery, grey scarf which I thought I may pack but it's stiff and scratchy so added it to the wash. It's very fine like gossamer and apparently half of it's weight was dye because I now have a pale grey sports bra and slightly darker grey knickers.
I'm flying down which is always interesting. I must look really suspicious as I usually get frisked and the last time I had my bag swabbed for drugs? explosives? I even had my bag searched boarding the plane to leave Auckland so I'm internationally suspicious. I've had conversations about the number of liquids I can fit into my baggie, "you should only pack essentials madam." To me, mascara, perfume and okay, several tubes of lip balm are essential, you can never have too much lip balm, what if you have a lip balm emergency?
Carol has just been over to tell me her boss who was around on Monday, thinks I have a lovely smile apparently, I should hope so after a brace, an Invisalign adventure and hundreds of pounds worth of dentistry and Olympic class flossing.
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Lucky Me?
It's the 6th and apparently today is supposed to be incredibly lucky for me! So I'm here, with my filter coffee, waiting for a million pounds to drop on my head or some other such good fortune. I'm now off work for six whole days, and I can't tell you how great it was to wake this morning and remember that I didn't have to go in. Had a nice moment yesterday, a few weeks ago I had a chat with a colleague and we talked about life outside of work, about looking after ourselves, sleep, or lack of it, exercise, how bad smoking is for the body, it was just a general pep talk. I gave her some encouragement and suggested introducing a bit of exercise even going for a walk after work to maybe help with the sleeping. At the end of the chat, she hugged and thanked me for, I don't know? Taking the time to listen? Yesterday, I bumped into her and asked if she'd started to go for a walk yet, fully expecting her to tell me, not yet, too cold etc. She quite proudly told me that she'd joined a slimming club, attends an exercise class once a week and has started walking/jogging at least a couple of times a week. I couldn't have been more proud! The effort and motivation is all her own but I wondered if I'd planted a tiny seed to get things moving and really felt like I'd done a good deed.
I didn't haul myself out of bed until 6.15 a.m. this morning by which time, I had totally seized up, think I need a new mattress. I ran for 55 minutes then did 10 minutes of stretching with Blissology master, I was dripping with sweat but the stretches felt great although my balance is ropey... it used to be pretty good.
Watched Supersize vs Superskinny last night. In case you haven't seen it, it is what it says on the wrapper. Two members of Jo public enter the house, one obese, the other underweight and they diet swap for a week which creates all kinds of problems but, it is always interesting. In previous series, they have shown a personal message from a morbidly obese American to the obese person. This series, they fly out the UK person to meet the American so that they can see first hand what it's like to live at that size and have a heartfelt, "don't venture down this road any further" chat. The UK person was my height and just over double my weight, the American lady was double again and had severe mobility and health issues. It was really sad to watch, the American lady was only 56 years old but had to reside in a retirement home, not an obesity facility and so her care was not geared to doing anything about the weight issue. It was very brave of the lady to take part but the way she was filmed was dreadful, she was afforded no dignity at all and I wonder if the family gave consent to the final cut. It was obviously filmed this way for shock value and to get a serious message across but there must have been another way to show this, shame on you Channel 4.
Remember "Ban", the Tsunami dog? He has been reunited with his owner! There are hundreds of animals who haven't been reunited but at least we have one happy ending.
Supposed to be a fabulous day here weatherwise, and while it's mild, (I had the patio door open this morning while I got ready,) yep, it's cloudy. Beautiful sky though, it may be grey but it's gorgeous, the shades and depths of grey were mesmerising and the cloud formations just beautiful, smooth ones, fluffy ones, layer upon layer of shapes, there was even a volleyball player up there, mid dive and complete with head tilted skywards and a ball floating just above the players outstretched grip.
I didn't work out yesterday, I was running on empty when I got home but that's what you get when you have cereal at 4.15 a.m. then nothing for 12 hours except a rather disgusting tomato soup from the machine in the canteen, I'm fussy about tomato soup anyway so don't know what possessed me, plus, muscles were complaining... everywhere.
Watched a couple of episodes of Bondi Rescue last night, one of the regular lifeguards who broke his neck surfing last year was featured. It was really moving to see him in hospital then working on regaining his strength. The progress he made was incredible, I won't tell you what else he got up to as I don't want to spoil it but it was a really great, inspiring and heartwarming episode. The other ep was great for very different reasons, one of my faves seems to have had a bit of a make-over. I thought he was handsome when he was a little unkempt, not the tallest, not the fittest, (sorry,) but the newly shorn hair and designer stubble isn't bad either. Is it warm in here?
I didn't haul myself out of bed until 6.15 a.m. this morning by which time, I had totally seized up, think I need a new mattress. I ran for 55 minutes then did 10 minutes of stretching with Blissology master, I was dripping with sweat but the stretches felt great although my balance is ropey... it used to be pretty good.
Watched Supersize vs Superskinny last night. In case you haven't seen it, it is what it says on the wrapper. Two members of Jo public enter the house, one obese, the other underweight and they diet swap for a week which creates all kinds of problems but, it is always interesting. In previous series, they have shown a personal message from a morbidly obese American to the obese person. This series, they fly out the UK person to meet the American so that they can see first hand what it's like to live at that size and have a heartfelt, "don't venture down this road any further" chat. The UK person was my height and just over double my weight, the American lady was double again and had severe mobility and health issues. It was really sad to watch, the American lady was only 56 years old but had to reside in a retirement home, not an obesity facility and so her care was not geared to doing anything about the weight issue. It was very brave of the lady to take part but the way she was filmed was dreadful, she was afforded no dignity at all and I wonder if the family gave consent to the final cut. It was obviously filmed this way for shock value and to get a serious message across but there must have been another way to show this, shame on you Channel 4.
Remember "Ban", the Tsunami dog? He has been reunited with his owner! There are hundreds of animals who haven't been reunited but at least we have one happy ending.
Supposed to be a fabulous day here weatherwise, and while it's mild, (I had the patio door open this morning while I got ready,) yep, it's cloudy. Beautiful sky though, it may be grey but it's gorgeous, the shades and depths of grey were mesmerising and the cloud formations just beautiful, smooth ones, fluffy ones, layer upon layer of shapes, there was even a volleyball player up there, mid dive and complete with head tilted skywards and a ball floating just above the players outstretched grip.
I didn't work out yesterday, I was running on empty when I got home but that's what you get when you have cereal at 4.15 a.m. then nothing for 12 hours except a rather disgusting tomato soup from the machine in the canteen, I'm fussy about tomato soup anyway so don't know what possessed me, plus, muscles were complaining... everywhere.
Watched a couple of episodes of Bondi Rescue last night, one of the regular lifeguards who broke his neck surfing last year was featured. It was really moving to see him in hospital then working on regaining his strength. The progress he made was incredible, I won't tell you what else he got up to as I don't want to spoil it but it was a really great, inspiring and heartwarming episode. The other ep was great for very different reasons, one of my faves seems to have had a bit of a make-over. I thought he was handsome when he was a little unkempt, not the tallest, not the fittest, (sorry,) but the newly shorn hair and designer stubble isn't bad either. Is it warm in here?
Monday, 4 April 2011
4th April
Good Morning! It's such a treat to be here today, I'm here for a quick coffee, then home to work. It's so quiet here! The day started beautifully, around 5.30 a.m. we had a goregous blue and pink sky, it's now as dull as dish water and looks like it's going to chuck it down.
I did the TA butt and thigh workout again yesterday, if I only do 10 reps of each move on both legs, I'm done and dusted in 10 minutes! Ran this morning for an hour, I've been wondering why I feel like I'm getting stiffer, especially in the lower back and hips instead of feeling fitter. According to my "blissology" instructor, Eoin Finn, (he uses words like "blissification" which is so cute, even if it is made up,) running causes tightness which is why it's important to stretch! Lucky for me, Eoin has very kindly provided yoga stretching for runners on You Tube which is another one to add to my list, what did we do before You Tube?
I read through the job applicaiton form yesterday, you need to have existing experience in the area they're advertisting for but I'm going to have a bash anyway. I'm not totally devoid of what they're looking for so will just have to blow my own trumpet and see what happens!
I did the TA butt and thigh workout again yesterday, if I only do 10 reps of each move on both legs, I'm done and dusted in 10 minutes! Ran this morning for an hour, I've been wondering why I feel like I'm getting stiffer, especially in the lower back and hips instead of feeling fitter. According to my "blissology" instructor, Eoin Finn, (he uses words like "blissification" which is so cute, even if it is made up,) running causes tightness which is why it's important to stretch! Lucky for me, Eoin has very kindly provided yoga stretching for runners on You Tube which is another one to add to my list, what did we do before You Tube?
I read through the job applicaiton form yesterday, you need to have existing experience in the area they're advertisting for but I'm going to have a bash anyway. I'm not totally devoid of what they're looking for so will just have to blow my own trumpet and see what happens!
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Happy Mothers Day!
Hello Sweetie, before I forget, can we go kayaking again on my next visit? I know I gave you a fright when I disappeared temporarily around that bend, but if you forget about that, slight, heart stopping moment, and me getting caught in a bush by my hair, it was so amazing! I felt like I was in Jurassic Park, everything was so big, unspoilt and quiet, and like a dinosaur may appear at any moment. Can't wait to do it again.
Did you read about the Japanese Tsunami dog? A dog has survived three weeks at sea and been found alive and well, if a little traumatised. The dog was in his owners house which had floated out to sea, sadly, no other survivors where found. You can't help but wonder about the dog's owners, I hope they made it. If that dog could speak; what a tale he could tell.
I'm totally addicted to "Nothing to Declare," just watched an episode in which 40 reptiles and lizards were being smuggled out of Oz, poor little buggers were cooped up in socks and while I'm not a lover of such, I felt so sorry for them and for what they'd been through. Sadly, only half survived. How can people do such things? The Shingleback lizard of which I'm now acquainted with, has quite a cute face...for a lizard.
I know that you're dying to know if my bum survived the Tracy Anderson workout. Having attempted the Tracy Anderson cardio DVD, for which you need a degree in dance-ology and a rather large room in which to spin out of control in without doing too much damage, I wasn't sure how I was going to fair. I was however pleasantly surprised, you don't have to be a qualified contortionist or have muscles like Madonna to do the moves and Tracy was very encouraging throughout. You're on your hands and knees for most of the time as if you're going to do a mini press-up then lift one leg at a time into various moves, you're not just working the butt and thighs but the arms, abs and shoulders too. I was quite impressed with myself, I managed 15 - 20 reps of each move, (Tracy does 30.) My form wasn't fabulous but then neither is my butt...yet. As I gazed south throughout the workout to check on my form, was leg higher than hip etc, it wasn't a pretty view but hey, plenty of time to improve. I can feel it a bit in the derriere this morning but also in my thighs, supporting leg takes a bit of a battering, in my shoulders and in that bit between shoulders and neck, but in a good way like after a workout not in a, "dear heaven make it stop" way.
I ran for an hour this morning, it was great although really should invest in a new sports bra. The two I have are eons old, one is like armour plating and the other one can stand up by itself... without me in it.
Did a few stretches with happy yoga man on tv, (Eoin Finn,) post running and ended with a shoulder stand, haven't done one of those since my last Pilates class which was ages ago!
Burnt knuckle on oven yesterday, pretty good for me, it's at least a week since I last burned a digit, running it under cold water and my trusty Elastoplast burn spray did the trick and it's not too bad today.
I was standing in line to buy a lottery ticket yesterday when I got that unmistakable feeling of a tiny human wrapping himself around my leg. It was so cute, Mummy behind asked if he thought that was Mummy and he really should look before he wraps himself around a wayward leg. I said "Hello!" but he just looked like, "who the hell are you?" Cute moment though, for me, toddler maybe scarred for life.
Watched the most of "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles" yesterday, dear Lord, what a waste of time that was. Possibly the worst film ever made, and I say that with affection. I remember a very long time ago, absolutely no idea what show but Paul Hogan was doing a piece on how the first few slices of bread in an already opened loaf, where utterly poisonous, (he was right incidentally.) Love Paul Hogan but gee, this was bad.
It is of course Mother's Day over here and so, I can't help but think of mine. Not going to wallow here but one of my favourite memories of Mum is very blurry. You know when you laugh so hard your eyes well up? Mum and I were in the kitchen, creating separately, but together. After a misunderstanding over who was doing what, we were laughing so hard, I was crying, but through those blurry eyes, I could still see that wide and bright smile and scrunched up, loving eyes. Can't help but think she was seeing the exact same thing reflected back at her.
This afternoon I need to tidy then I have a date with Bondi's finest while I catch up on chores. Working from home tomorrow but not without coffee first so you may get more ramblings very soon. Happy Mother's Day x
Did you read about the Japanese Tsunami dog? A dog has survived three weeks at sea and been found alive and well, if a little traumatised. The dog was in his owners house which had floated out to sea, sadly, no other survivors where found. You can't help but wonder about the dog's owners, I hope they made it. If that dog could speak; what a tale he could tell.
I'm totally addicted to "Nothing to Declare," just watched an episode in which 40 reptiles and lizards were being smuggled out of Oz, poor little buggers were cooped up in socks and while I'm not a lover of such, I felt so sorry for them and for what they'd been through. Sadly, only half survived. How can people do such things? The Shingleback lizard of which I'm now acquainted with, has quite a cute face...for a lizard.
I know that you're dying to know if my bum survived the Tracy Anderson workout. Having attempted the Tracy Anderson cardio DVD, for which you need a degree in dance-ology and a rather large room in which to spin out of control in without doing too much damage, I wasn't sure how I was going to fair. I was however pleasantly surprised, you don't have to be a qualified contortionist or have muscles like Madonna to do the moves and Tracy was very encouraging throughout. You're on your hands and knees for most of the time as if you're going to do a mini press-up then lift one leg at a time into various moves, you're not just working the butt and thighs but the arms, abs and shoulders too. I was quite impressed with myself, I managed 15 - 20 reps of each move, (Tracy does 30.) My form wasn't fabulous but then neither is my butt...yet. As I gazed south throughout the workout to check on my form, was leg higher than hip etc, it wasn't a pretty view but hey, plenty of time to improve. I can feel it a bit in the derriere this morning but also in my thighs, supporting leg takes a bit of a battering, in my shoulders and in that bit between shoulders and neck, but in a good way like after a workout not in a, "dear heaven make it stop" way.
I ran for an hour this morning, it was great although really should invest in a new sports bra. The two I have are eons old, one is like armour plating and the other one can stand up by itself... without me in it.
Did a few stretches with happy yoga man on tv, (Eoin Finn,) post running and ended with a shoulder stand, haven't done one of those since my last Pilates class which was ages ago!
Burnt knuckle on oven yesterday, pretty good for me, it's at least a week since I last burned a digit, running it under cold water and my trusty Elastoplast burn spray did the trick and it's not too bad today.
I was standing in line to buy a lottery ticket yesterday when I got that unmistakable feeling of a tiny human wrapping himself around my leg. It was so cute, Mummy behind asked if he thought that was Mummy and he really should look before he wraps himself around a wayward leg. I said "Hello!" but he just looked like, "who the hell are you?" Cute moment though, for me, toddler maybe scarred for life.
Watched the most of "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles" yesterday, dear Lord, what a waste of time that was. Possibly the worst film ever made, and I say that with affection. I remember a very long time ago, absolutely no idea what show but Paul Hogan was doing a piece on how the first few slices of bread in an already opened loaf, where utterly poisonous, (he was right incidentally.) Love Paul Hogan but gee, this was bad.
It is of course Mother's Day over here and so, I can't help but think of mine. Not going to wallow here but one of my favourite memories of Mum is very blurry. You know when you laugh so hard your eyes well up? Mum and I were in the kitchen, creating separately, but together. After a misunderstanding over who was doing what, we were laughing so hard, I was crying, but through those blurry eyes, I could still see that wide and bright smile and scrunched up, loving eyes. Can't help but think she was seeing the exact same thing reflected back at her.
This afternoon I need to tidy then I have a date with Bondi's finest while I catch up on chores. Working from home tomorrow but not without coffee first so you may get more ramblings very soon. Happy Mother's Day x
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Smile!
Dentist went well yesterday, my dentist is brilliant bless him, he knows I'm always petrified and after he'd asked me how I was and I'd replied in a high pitched voice, "I'm fine," he launched into a conversation about travelling around the country and the waterfront development, either to pass the time while I numbed up or to distract me, probably a bit of both. The filling was, "tiny" as promised but in an awkward place and we'll apparently have to keep an eye on it, typical. I never have anything normal with my teeth, I hate teeth.
I seem to be running ahead of schedule so far today, I slept great, apart from brief spell around 1am, I ran for an hour again this morning, playlist currently rocks so it requires practically no effort on my part to keep going as the tunes pick me up and push me along!
So, I'm away next weekend, I will of course be writing to you while I'm away and I'll post on my return. This afternoon will be spent putting outfits together, it's very difficult to pack for various events in a little tiny weekend case, we have a few things planned so I'll need to get imaginative in the clothes department.
I've found a job to apply for so keep everything crossed, I think the closing date is 12th April, only drawback is I'll be giving up my lovely Sunday mornings sitting here, writing to you and watching the world go by while I sip the beverage of my choice, fear not, I will find some other time in which to write.
Watched a bit of Gok yesterday, I do love Gok but the last two episodes I've seen were he dresses the victim... subject of the make-over, up in clothes they would never normally wear then sends them off about their normal day, whether that be collecting the kids from school or going to work, call me a prude but if he's dressing these women in a theme, the theme appears to be that of; "prostitute." I wouldn't thank him for dressing me up in a clinging jersey mini dress with plunging neckline and high heels to go to work in.
Also caught an episode of Ugly Betty were Posh appears as Wilhelmina's bridesmaid for her wedding to Jim Robinson, she was really funny!
At some point today, I'm going to attempt Tracy Anderson's Butt and Thigh webisode. It looks like a killer, I've watched it through once and she says to start slowly with low reps and who am I to argue with the expert so that is what I'll be doing. I'll report back tomorrow and now that I've rather foolishly told you all of that...I'll have to do it.
Corrine Bailey Rae has just come on singing; "Put Your Records On," reminds me of all of us in the car on Good Friday on the way to the beach!
Just about to flick through my copy of Janet Street Porters, "Life's Too ******** Short," it's a guidance manual, not for the easily offended or faint of heart, but really funny and full of gems like; "too much cack on your face will ruin it." Brilliant.
I seem to be running ahead of schedule so far today, I slept great, apart from brief spell around 1am, I ran for an hour again this morning, playlist currently rocks so it requires practically no effort on my part to keep going as the tunes pick me up and push me along!
So, I'm away next weekend, I will of course be writing to you while I'm away and I'll post on my return. This afternoon will be spent putting outfits together, it's very difficult to pack for various events in a little tiny weekend case, we have a few things planned so I'll need to get imaginative in the clothes department.
I've found a job to apply for so keep everything crossed, I think the closing date is 12th April, only drawback is I'll be giving up my lovely Sunday mornings sitting here, writing to you and watching the world go by while I sip the beverage of my choice, fear not, I will find some other time in which to write.
Watched a bit of Gok yesterday, I do love Gok but the last two episodes I've seen were he dresses the victim... subject of the make-over, up in clothes they would never normally wear then sends them off about their normal day, whether that be collecting the kids from school or going to work, call me a prude but if he's dressing these women in a theme, the theme appears to be that of; "prostitute." I wouldn't thank him for dressing me up in a clinging jersey mini dress with plunging neckline and high heels to go to work in.
Also caught an episode of Ugly Betty were Posh appears as Wilhelmina's bridesmaid for her wedding to Jim Robinson, she was really funny!
At some point today, I'm going to attempt Tracy Anderson's Butt and Thigh webisode. It looks like a killer, I've watched it through once and she says to start slowly with low reps and who am I to argue with the expert so that is what I'll be doing. I'll report back tomorrow and now that I've rather foolishly told you all of that...I'll have to do it.
Corrine Bailey Rae has just come on singing; "Put Your Records On," reminds me of all of us in the car on Good Friday on the way to the beach!
Just about to flick through my copy of Janet Street Porters, "Life's Too ******** Short," it's a guidance manual, not for the easily offended or faint of heart, but really funny and full of gems like; "too much cack on your face will ruin it." Brilliant.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Dentist
I'm working from home today...or I will be. I figured that my brain would be more cooperative and in a happier place, if I started the day with a few hours for myself before jumping into the reports which lay in wait for me. So, this morning started with extra sleep then an hour long job followed by my favourite coffee. This is the last perk before switching roles at work so two days working from home equals at least two hours extra sleep!
After I finish my filter coffee... you know where I am, I'll be off to the dentist for a "tiny" filling, it had better be tiny. Work has flown by this week just because I've been so busy, Wednesday I had five meetings in five hours then couldn't sleep that night... wonder why!
Last weekend I indulged in a little blast form the past and wallowed in "Three Men and a Baby." Tom Selleck, ahhhhh Tom Selleck, the lovely Celeste Holm...Celeste Holm was in "High Society," played Jack's Mother, (Ted Danson's character,) even Captain Brass from CSI was in it, he was the baddie. It was great to watch again, best line of the film; "I've had enough of this do-do!" Priceless.
It's a very grey day here today, looks like it's going to bucket down actually. Still no further on with the career pondering and no responses yet from my jewel enquiries, keep everything crossed!
After I finish my filter coffee... you know where I am, I'll be off to the dentist for a "tiny" filling, it had better be tiny. Work has flown by this week just because I've been so busy, Wednesday I had five meetings in five hours then couldn't sleep that night... wonder why!
Last weekend I indulged in a little blast form the past and wallowed in "Three Men and a Baby." Tom Selleck, ahhhhh Tom Selleck, the lovely Celeste Holm...Celeste Holm was in "High Society," played Jack's Mother, (Ted Danson's character,) even Captain Brass from CSI was in it, he was the baddie. It was great to watch again, best line of the film; "I've had enough of this do-do!" Priceless.
It's a very grey day here today, looks like it's going to bucket down actually. Still no further on with the career pondering and no responses yet from my jewel enquiries, keep everything crossed!
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