First of all, apologies for my laziness this week, normal service will be resumed shortly.
So, please allow me to rewind and to begin with Friday? There I was, I was thanking every God there ever was, that it was in fact... Friday. The working week wasn't bad until Thursday when, with one thing and another frustrating the life out of me, unfairness, injustice, poor management, hormones, and a friend showing concern... I almost lost it. It was talking to my friend that I realised how much has been going on lately. What's that game where you pile stuff on and pile stuff on until it's about to topple? Well, I suppose that was me, this week.
My friend asked if I was okay and I said that I was, it just seemed to be everyone around me, close family illness, close family depression, 2nd biopsy for a sister, surgery for another on Tuesday, family arguments, family not speaking, work awful, saying hi and bye to R and being no nearer to getting to you. Then... I got the usual, are you eating enough? Anyway, to top it all, I was actually more frustrated with myself for not making any changes in my life. If I'm so unhappy, what am I going to do about it?
We're now in a new journal madam, how many is that? So, I still felt pretty fraught on Friday morning but on Friday afternoon, I spent a wonderful few hours with my cousin and her new baby, you can't stay fraught around a baby can you? We discussed work and family and relationships and I think I made a new commitment to my cousin to visit more often. She was giving me these puppy dog eyes and as I'm the elder, I felt the need to step in with a solution. She's right, we don't live far away and while we've never been ultra close, there aren't many of us so I vowed to made the effort and be there when I can. The afternoon was just what I needed.
Saturday, I woke in darkness and lay there for a while waiting for my alarm to go off. Getting bored, I decided to check the time, it was 2.15am. I didn't get back to sleep but after a while, decided to get up and do something to improve my mood. Not having any drugs to hand... I decided to go for a run and I did... for an hour. It's months since I ran for that long and I had to talk myself into it in 5 minute sections after 30 minutes but it did feel good and I did feel a little lifted afterwards.
I'm heading home to iron then to go for a walk with B, I know that she's a little down too so I'll be reaching for the wine later.
The clocks fall back an hour tonight, we gain an extra hours sleep, but we'll be plunged into darkness by 4ish each afternoon.
In an attempt to make room in my freezer, I'm defrosting my way through the contents. I took out a plastic tub of; "I have no idea what," on Thursday night to have on Friday for dinner. Turned out to be chicken casserole and it wasn't bad, it's blow your head off vegetarian chili later... again, from the freezer.
People have varying views on psychics, are they; charlatans, fraudsters, counsellors, givers of hope? A local pub is having a psychic night on Tuesday and S, who lives around the corner from me, and moi... are going. I'm not exactly sure what I want them to tell me, but as pretty much everything seems to be a mess just now, anything they tell me could sound positive. It doesn't have to sound earth shattering... just full of hope would be good... no pressure.
I could of course end up with a dud but, if past experience is anything to go by, if they are half way any good, then I should get a good reading as I seem to be a bit of an empty vessel, I'm easy to tune into and unable to hide anything. I must be such an open book. So my dear, I will be here with a full report in no time... good, or bad.
Two women have just come into Starbucks. I've seen them before and each time think hmm, they look familiar. It's just dawned on me where I know them from, they used to be regulars at a hotel I used to work at circa 1987.
So, it's Sunday and British Summer Time ended in the wee small hours. My back/ hip were complaining yesterday but today, it hurts to breathe so absolutely no workout for me today.
I'm really enjoying the book you sent me; Eat Pray Love, and I love Elizabeth Gilbert's writing style. I bonded with her on page 1. I must warn you that I'm the slowest reader in the world, but I can't wait for the story to unfold.
For only the second time ever, I have just indulged in a refill which I'm entitled to with my filter coffee, I have time to kill today before dropping off a birthday present.
I watched Strictly last night and one of my favourites, a little girl, (she's Northern, 23, and a cutie pie,) had a wardrobe malfunction and was in tears after exposing herself. Nothing was seen except maybe from the front row of the studio audience, but I really felt for her.
Wardrobe need to get their act together this year. There have been a few incidents already. The professional dancers and the celebrities put their trust in the wardrobe department and they should deliver. How would they like to be exposing themselves in front of millions of viewers on prime time television?
Do you look for signs? You know by now that I do. For a week or more, I was wondering what ever happened to some dressy Capri pants that I have never worn, the label is still on them, or at least was. Saturday morning, after losing feeling and sensation in my fingers, I though that I should find a jumper to wear for my afternoon walk with B. As I reached for the jumper that I haven't worn for a couple of years but had firmly imprinted in my brain as the one I should wear, what was underneath the jumper, but, the dressy Capri pants, with label intact. They are now a little on the big side incidentally.
Today, in the lounge, I spotted a white feather. It's probably originated from my bedroom pillow and I've somehow walked it in here but still... a white, symbolic feather. Funny huh?
Sorry if I sound a bit down, I'm fine honestly. Results of a biopsy tomorrow, surgery on Tuesday, God knows what in the middle then Mum's anniversary on Saturday, then I should feel remotely normal... hopefully. Until then... just give me a very wide berth. Love you x
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Strictly Jason
Strictly; Jason Donovan and Kristina Rianof danced the tango to "I Will Survive," last week with more than a passing glitter ball and a swift nod to Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Brilliant choreography from Kristina, fantastic attack and charactarisation from Jason. Jason acts, without exageration... from his eyebrows down, he gives every inch of himself and I cannot wait for this weeks delectable delight.
I hope you get to watch over there, he really is a treat and I really hope that he wins, I'd like Kristina to win too, she's really had some duds over the past few seasons but I saw her at a theatre, touring with the Strictly professionals and even though she looks quite hard, think bombshell figure and peroxide white hair, she came across as lovely, humble and hugely appreciative of the audience and their reaction.
Fingers crossed... although Chelsee is a dark horse... she is also one to watch ;)
Hope this works; http://youtu.be/CQ44_j16PZ4
I hope you get to watch over there, he really is a treat and I really hope that he wins, I'd like Kristina to win too, she's really had some duds over the past few seasons but I saw her at a theatre, touring with the Strictly professionals and even though she looks quite hard, think bombshell figure and peroxide white hair, she came across as lovely, humble and hugely appreciative of the audience and their reaction.
Fingers crossed... although Chelsee is a dark horse... she is also one to watch ;)
Hope this works; http://youtu.be/CQ44_j16PZ4
Amelie's Big Day
Sunday is here, it's dull and cold, even inside Starbucks it's chilly. I'm on a strict schedule this morning, hair and make-up are done, presents wrapped, sat nav located, (the irony was not lost.) I need to pick up a couple of things as soon as the shops open at 10.30am, then get home for a quick change into one of two outfits and head back out to the Church for the Christening of Amelie Sophia. Which ever outfit I choose, I'll be a vision in pink as both outfits are pink, well, I'll be in pink anyway. Mostly looking forward to today, I have the usual slight anxiety as I get every time I have to go to an event alone, you really would think I'd be used to it by now wouldn't you? Anyway, once I arrive, I should see a few friendly faces.
I got there in plenty of time but everyone was already there. Had a trauma parking, but at least I wasn't late. Service was lovely and not too long, baby was an angel and as good as gold. Got lost getting from Church to venue, then took forever to park, nevertheless, got there eventually, can I just mention that negotiating killer heels over cobbles takes skill. There was a lovely mix of family, mostly my cousin's, their in law's who I last saw at respective weddings and their friends. It was great to see my cousins. Every time I have a conversation with one of my cousin's who is 7 years younger than me, despite his height, his marriage and a few laughter lines around his eyes, I always see the little boy who was such a pain in the behind :) He broke things, he dived in front of cameras just before the click, he bit into tumblers, oh yes, he was a pain, but I wouldn't change a thing and it's always great to catch up and see what he's been up to. He leaves for work in Dubai in the morning.
Not sure when we'll be together like that again, I did try to talk Amelie's Dad into a first birthday party so, fingers crossed.
Congratulations to the All Blacks, Rugby World Champions! Hope that you're celebrating, you should be proud x
I got there in plenty of time but everyone was already there. Had a trauma parking, but at least I wasn't late. Service was lovely and not too long, baby was an angel and as good as gold. Got lost getting from Church to venue, then took forever to park, nevertheless, got there eventually, can I just mention that negotiating killer heels over cobbles takes skill. There was a lovely mix of family, mostly my cousin's, their in law's who I last saw at respective weddings and their friends. It was great to see my cousins. Every time I have a conversation with one of my cousin's who is 7 years younger than me, despite his height, his marriage and a few laughter lines around his eyes, I always see the little boy who was such a pain in the behind :) He broke things, he dived in front of cameras just before the click, he bit into tumblers, oh yes, he was a pain, but I wouldn't change a thing and it's always great to catch up and see what he's been up to. He leaves for work in Dubai in the morning.
Not sure when we'll be together like that again, I did try to talk Amelie's Dad into a first birthday party so, fingers crossed.
Congratulations to the All Blacks, Rugby World Champions! Hope that you're celebrating, you should be proud x
Saturday, 22 October 2011
October 22nd
It's now Saturday, and it's cold. I slept late, well, late for me, around 6.30am and I got up just before 7am. Tracy Anderson Butt & Thigh workout for me this morning. I'm almost doing all the reps I'm supposed to be doing... this had better work.
I need to have a pampering session later on, ready for tomorrow's Christening of baby Amelie Sophia. I'm 95% looking forward to it and 5% a little anxious due to family stuff going on. Put it this way, I think I'll need a glass of wine when I get home.
We were up for a pretty decent wedding order but it turns out that the price was too high for the Bride to be. I thought about it this morning and wondered if I'd overpriced, but I don't think I did. Any less, and we would have been practically making it for free. Too bad though, that order would have really come in handy.
My annual Christmas tidy up and blitz continues. I realise I'm starting very early this year but I can't believe how the weeks are flying by and, I can't bear to be a last minute Lucy again this year. No, this year, I'm going to be tidy, organised, wrapped, posted, calm and serene on the run up to the most stressful time of the year, aka...Christmas. I am going to be positively bored the week before Christmas, as I'll have done everything already. Well, that's the plan.
In an effort to cut calories this weekend, I've boycotted my adored Walkers, Sweet Chili Crisps, in favour of salted pretzels. Oh dear, I think I may have found my new, weekend treat.
I need to have a pampering session later on, ready for tomorrow's Christening of baby Amelie Sophia. I'm 95% looking forward to it and 5% a little anxious due to family stuff going on. Put it this way, I think I'll need a glass of wine when I get home.
We were up for a pretty decent wedding order but it turns out that the price was too high for the Bride to be. I thought about it this morning and wondered if I'd overpriced, but I don't think I did. Any less, and we would have been practically making it for free. Too bad though, that order would have really come in handy.
My annual Christmas tidy up and blitz continues. I realise I'm starting very early this year but I can't believe how the weeks are flying by and, I can't bear to be a last minute Lucy again this year. No, this year, I'm going to be tidy, organised, wrapped, posted, calm and serene on the run up to the most stressful time of the year, aka...Christmas. I am going to be positively bored the week before Christmas, as I'll have done everything already. Well, that's the plan.
In an effort to cut calories this weekend, I've boycotted my adored Walkers, Sweet Chili Crisps, in favour of salted pretzels. Oh dear, I think I may have found my new, weekend treat.
21st October
It's Friday, thank heavens. Work was not good and Westlife have split. Had a conversation with a male co-worker yesterday and told him that I was in mourning due to the split. He asked, (mostly for fresh ammunition with which to skit me with for the next few weeks;) who was my favourite? It's Mark, (blank look,) the one that's gay? (Blank look.) Amazing voice, (blank look with a shrug.) Gorgeous looking? (An even bigger shrug to accompany more blankness.) Why is it that woman can say, "that woman is gorgeous." But men can't acknowledge another man's handsomeness? I think women are just more evolved that way.
The weather has been wild, as I told you. Blown off your feet wild, or, maybe it's just the street I work on, (in a non prostitute fashion.) That street is like a wind tunnel, even in summer. I'm still in a trench coat, but I think it's almost time to hatch out the woollen winter coat.
Wednesday night, I watched an episode of SATC which almost made me cry, it was so sad. (Maybe I'm just prematurely hormonal?) Anyway, it was Carrie's 35th Birthday. She was due to meet up with nine friends at Italian restaurant, il cantinori, and oh wow, she looked fabulous in a bright red two piece, long flowing skirt and matching midriff baring top, topped off with black velvet fascinator.
No one turned up, except the delivery person with her birthday cake, which she had to pay for herself, all $70.00 worth. All her friends were either stuck in traffic or, at the wrong venue. After a considerable amount of time, Carrie was asked to leave as the restaurant couldn't hold the table any longer, (been there, you're on your own, so it's okay apparently, for the staff to ask you to hurry up and finish your coffee as they need the table.)
On her way home, Carrie stepped in wet cement and came under fire from a troupe of NYC workmen. In between tiptoeing back and forth and apologising profusely, or at least trying to be heard over the yelling from the workmen, the box she was carrying broke and her birthday cake splatted onto the wet cement, for which she was berated further.
Carrie arrived back at her empty apartment, to a barrage of messages on her answer phone, all from friends who were delayed, stuck and altogether in the wrong place. Finally, Charlotte arrived at the apartment to collect Carrie and take her for coffee, just the four friends. Over steaming hot coffee, Carrie declared her loneliness and longing for a relationship. Charlotte proposed that they each be each others soul mates, and they just find great, nice guys to have fun with.
If your eyeballs are not in the slightest bit moist at this point, I must just have been hormonal.
Exercise has been hit and mostly miss this week. I could feel last weekend's lunges until Wednesday, at which point I did a few more. The trick must be to do them regularly, so that they don't hurt as much. I jogged for 30 minutes this morning, and I'll try to talk myself into something later.
The weather has been wild, as I told you. Blown off your feet wild, or, maybe it's just the street I work on, (in a non prostitute fashion.) That street is like a wind tunnel, even in summer. I'm still in a trench coat, but I think it's almost time to hatch out the woollen winter coat.
Wednesday night, I watched an episode of SATC which almost made me cry, it was so sad. (Maybe I'm just prematurely hormonal?) Anyway, it was Carrie's 35th Birthday. She was due to meet up with nine friends at Italian restaurant, il cantinori, and oh wow, she looked fabulous in a bright red two piece, long flowing skirt and matching midriff baring top, topped off with black velvet fascinator.
No one turned up, except the delivery person with her birthday cake, which she had to pay for herself, all $70.00 worth. All her friends were either stuck in traffic or, at the wrong venue. After a considerable amount of time, Carrie was asked to leave as the restaurant couldn't hold the table any longer, (been there, you're on your own, so it's okay apparently, for the staff to ask you to hurry up and finish your coffee as they need the table.)
On her way home, Carrie stepped in wet cement and came under fire from a troupe of NYC workmen. In between tiptoeing back and forth and apologising profusely, or at least trying to be heard over the yelling from the workmen, the box she was carrying broke and her birthday cake splatted onto the wet cement, for which she was berated further.
Carrie arrived back at her empty apartment, to a barrage of messages on her answer phone, all from friends who were delayed, stuck and altogether in the wrong place. Finally, Charlotte arrived at the apartment to collect Carrie and take her for coffee, just the four friends. Over steaming hot coffee, Carrie declared her loneliness and longing for a relationship. Charlotte proposed that they each be each others soul mates, and they just find great, nice guys to have fun with.
If your eyeballs are not in the slightest bit moist at this point, I must just have been hormonal.
Exercise has been hit and mostly miss this week. I could feel last weekend's lunges until Wednesday, at which point I did a few more. The trick must be to do them regularly, so that they don't hurt as much. I jogged for 30 minutes this morning, and I'll try to talk myself into something later.
Sunday, 16 October 2011
October 16th
It was great to get a double whammy this morning of relaxed, chatty email from you, swiftly followed half an hour later by a relaxed and chatty you in real life. It was lovely to chat with C too, she's still funny and sounds so grown up now, plus, I have yet another reason to come back to you, (as if I needed one,) as I've promised her that I'll pack my running shoes and we'll go for a gentle jog together.
Another quality nights' sleep last night and I woke feeling so refreshed, not like the usual, were you lay there thinking; "get up now?" "Already?"
So proud of you for doing Ms Anderson's arms sequence, you will love that they spring right back to their former glory... or better, and in no time, you'll have tight and sexy arms for summer. That woman is a genius.
So, with your idea for T's present and C's very polite request, (I'm glad she piped up, saves me wondering what to buy and if she'll like my choice, at least this way, I'll know she loves them. I honestly thought she might have grown out of the bracelets she loved so much, but I'm glad she hasn't.) With just an idea needed for R, I could be wrapped and posted in record time this year. That was probably the kiss of death wasn't it?
As I mentioned, I'd jogged for 20 minutes and then did 20 lunges before hitting the shower and after chatting with you. I think I'll aim for plies this afternoon, (they really work too,) and you've inspired me to do arms, just to keep up with you.
Mr Regular is here again today, good to see him again, my coffee was lovely, and I'm heading home in the bright sunshine to have pan fried salmon, griddle'd mushrooms and wilted spinach.
Congrats to the All Blacks for reaching the final, as I'm tentatively linked to a bunch of actual and honorary kiwis, I will be backing them all the way.
Gwynnie, Arms; http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0 have fun x
Another quality nights' sleep last night and I woke feeling so refreshed, not like the usual, were you lay there thinking; "get up now?" "Already?"
So proud of you for doing Ms Anderson's arms sequence, you will love that they spring right back to their former glory... or better, and in no time, you'll have tight and sexy arms for summer. That woman is a genius.
So, with your idea for T's present and C's very polite request, (I'm glad she piped up, saves me wondering what to buy and if she'll like my choice, at least this way, I'll know she loves them. I honestly thought she might have grown out of the bracelets she loved so much, but I'm glad she hasn't.) With just an idea needed for R, I could be wrapped and posted in record time this year. That was probably the kiss of death wasn't it?
As I mentioned, I'd jogged for 20 minutes and then did 20 lunges before hitting the shower and after chatting with you. I think I'll aim for plies this afternoon, (they really work too,) and you've inspired me to do arms, just to keep up with you.
Mr Regular is here again today, good to see him again, my coffee was lovely, and I'm heading home in the bright sunshine to have pan fried salmon, griddle'd mushrooms and wilted spinach.
Congrats to the All Blacks for reaching the final, as I'm tentatively linked to a bunch of actual and honorary kiwis, I will be backing them all the way.
Gwynnie, Arms; http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0 have fun x
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Gorgeous Shoes
I feel good today. I'm trying to give up exclamation marks, but if I hadn't, there would be one there. It's such a relief. Last night was the first that I've slept through without waking myself up coughing. I clocked a decent amount of hours sleep, and I managed to talk myself into a run when I did finally get up. Only 30 minutes, but it's the first I've enjoyed for at least a couple of weeks and I held up okay, although my legs will probably complain a little later. I chose a playlist on my iPod that kept me going so, all in all, even though I'm still a little sniffy, I feel back on track and so much better than I have done recently. I have body brushed my wobbly bits this morning with a natural bristle brush then applied Bio Oil, I bet men never do this, do they?
I did see B yesterday for her birthday and spent a nice few hours with her. She was wearing beige near her face. Oh how I loathe her wearing that colour, and how many times have I told her? Still, she's adopted the new hairstyle I found for her, (think Jane Fonda now,) I managed to get her to change from a hairstyle she'd had for at least forty years, so, that's an achievement in itself, and the number of compliments she's received mean that she'll never go back... thank heavens. Now for the beige.
My eldest sister was there too when I got to B's yesterday and we had a conversation about emigrating. I said I'd leave tomorrow, and while I stopped short of saying; "there is nothing to keep me here," it still felt a bit weird and I wonder what people would make of this, "family."
Do you know what I fancied this weekend? An "Offspring" marathon, but I don't think I'll have the time, sadly. I am however wearing my "Nina" scarf today.
I've just had a chat with Mr Regular who defected to an alternative Starbucks for a while as they open earlier so that was nice to see him and have a catch up.
Want to know what I purchased before heading home? Don't hate me, but Autograph, very high heeled and gorgeous shoes, £49.00 reduced to £4.99. It would have been rude to leave them on the shelf. No idea if I can walk in them, but who cares? They reminded me of the Jimmy Choo's everyone was wearing a few years back. They look fabulous. I know... you hate me.
I did see B yesterday for her birthday and spent a nice few hours with her. She was wearing beige near her face. Oh how I loathe her wearing that colour, and how many times have I told her? Still, she's adopted the new hairstyle I found for her, (think Jane Fonda now,) I managed to get her to change from a hairstyle she'd had for at least forty years, so, that's an achievement in itself, and the number of compliments she's received mean that she'll never go back... thank heavens. Now for the beige.
My eldest sister was there too when I got to B's yesterday and we had a conversation about emigrating. I said I'd leave tomorrow, and while I stopped short of saying; "there is nothing to keep me here," it still felt a bit weird and I wonder what people would make of this, "family."
Do you know what I fancied this weekend? An "Offspring" marathon, but I don't think I'll have the time, sadly. I am however wearing my "Nina" scarf today.
I've just had a chat with Mr Regular who defected to an alternative Starbucks for a while as they open earlier so that was nice to see him and have a catch up.
Want to know what I purchased before heading home? Don't hate me, but Autograph, very high heeled and gorgeous shoes, £49.00 reduced to £4.99. It would have been rude to leave them on the shelf. No idea if I can walk in them, but who cares? They reminded me of the Jimmy Choo's everyone was wearing a few years back. They look fabulous. I know... you hate me.
October 14th
It's Friday again. The cold is finally shifting, but it's left me with a cough which currently wakes me every night, and legs that feel like I've run a marathon, every day, for the past week.
I'd already booked today off, it's B's birthday so I booked it in case she wanted to do anything, but on Monday, I felt so bad that I booked Thursday off too as I thought I would expire before Thursday if I was still sitting at my desk, and didn't want to chance more sick days.
So, yesterday, Thursday, I took J out for a few hours. We only trundled around a few shops and this was punctuated by two coffees but I was shattered when I got home and had to have a sit down before I launched into the ironing.
Today, B is out for lunch with our eldest sibling so, rather than have a rushed visit in the morning before she has to depart, I'll call in for a few hours this afternoon.
As I told you in the email, I'm organising the girls' Christmas night out this year, (and some of the boys,) and yes... I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll quadruple check everything and hope for the best.
I got up at 7 this morning after lazing in bed for while and it seemed to take me forever to get my act together when I finally did get up. I was a little late leaving, a little late getting here, and I've forgotten my iPod so I'm currently in hip hop hell.
Exercise pretty much flew out of the window this week, I even boycotted climbing my usual 5 flights of stairs to get to work on Tuesday and Wednesday as I almost expired doing it on Monday, and it did cross my mind that if I passed out or hyperventilated on the stairs, who the heck would find me as 99.9% take the lift. Legs still not good but wondering whether to go for a run in the morning? How long to you leave it? If you leave it too long, will you ever go back? I've been running for a year now, it's habit, I don't want to lose it.
I'm still watching old re-runs of SATC on one of the Comedy Channels. I love that you feel like you're eavesdropping on their conversation, it's basically a bunch of women, sitting around talking about ever-y-thing, love it.
Carrie is currently on a high with Aiden but has just bumped into, (after he pursued her...) Big, and they "accidentally" slept together. Poor Aiden, but Big always was, "the one," wasn't he? Anyway, Aiden does have Bo Derek after all.
I'm not even going to tell you about work this week because it took a good, several hours, a lot of imaginative distraction and two large glasses of wine, for me to calm down on Wednesday, but you know what? I've been saying I'm going to make changes for months now and I've done very little about it except to give it lip service, so this little incident, created by a total.... who was on one week's temporary promotion and let the power go to his balding head, did actually give me a kick in the pants to focus and get doing something to get me out of there and onto the life I'm supposed to be living. I feel much better now.
It's a cliche, but all I wanted when I got home on Tuesday was chicken soup, bread and butter. What is it about chicken soup when you're feeling lousy? I realise I'm not going to get a reasonable answer from a vegetarian. Anyway, trust me... it hit the spot straight away, and since then, everyday, I've had a bowl of hot soup and bread and butter. Can't remember the last time I had bread... or butter. Delicious.
I'm crushed Demi and Ashton look like they may be over. I hope that it's not the case, but what an idiot he's been. Not to mention, would you really want to get on the wrong side of Bruce Willis?
I'd already booked today off, it's B's birthday so I booked it in case she wanted to do anything, but on Monday, I felt so bad that I booked Thursday off too as I thought I would expire before Thursday if I was still sitting at my desk, and didn't want to chance more sick days.
So, yesterday, Thursday, I took J out for a few hours. We only trundled around a few shops and this was punctuated by two coffees but I was shattered when I got home and had to have a sit down before I launched into the ironing.
Today, B is out for lunch with our eldest sibling so, rather than have a rushed visit in the morning before she has to depart, I'll call in for a few hours this afternoon.
As I told you in the email, I'm organising the girls' Christmas night out this year, (and some of the boys,) and yes... I'm a nervous wreck, but I'll quadruple check everything and hope for the best.
I got up at 7 this morning after lazing in bed for while and it seemed to take me forever to get my act together when I finally did get up. I was a little late leaving, a little late getting here, and I've forgotten my iPod so I'm currently in hip hop hell.
Exercise pretty much flew out of the window this week, I even boycotted climbing my usual 5 flights of stairs to get to work on Tuesday and Wednesday as I almost expired doing it on Monday, and it did cross my mind that if I passed out or hyperventilated on the stairs, who the heck would find me as 99.9% take the lift. Legs still not good but wondering whether to go for a run in the morning? How long to you leave it? If you leave it too long, will you ever go back? I've been running for a year now, it's habit, I don't want to lose it.
I'm still watching old re-runs of SATC on one of the Comedy Channels. I love that you feel like you're eavesdropping on their conversation, it's basically a bunch of women, sitting around talking about ever-y-thing, love it.
Carrie is currently on a high with Aiden but has just bumped into, (after he pursued her...) Big, and they "accidentally" slept together. Poor Aiden, but Big always was, "the one," wasn't he? Anyway, Aiden does have Bo Derek after all.
I'm not even going to tell you about work this week because it took a good, several hours, a lot of imaginative distraction and two large glasses of wine, for me to calm down on Wednesday, but you know what? I've been saying I'm going to make changes for months now and I've done very little about it except to give it lip service, so this little incident, created by a total.... who was on one week's temporary promotion and let the power go to his balding head, did actually give me a kick in the pants to focus and get doing something to get me out of there and onto the life I'm supposed to be living. I feel much better now.
It's a cliche, but all I wanted when I got home on Tuesday was chicken soup, bread and butter. What is it about chicken soup when you're feeling lousy? I realise I'm not going to get a reasonable answer from a vegetarian. Anyway, trust me... it hit the spot straight away, and since then, everyday, I've had a bowl of hot soup and bread and butter. Can't remember the last time I had bread... or butter. Delicious.
I'm crushed Demi and Ashton look like they may be over. I hope that it's not the case, but what an idiot he's been. Not to mention, would you really want to get on the wrong side of Bruce Willis?
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Sneezy Sunday
I slept in and absolutely no exercise for me this morning. I feel like the cold is moving to my chest and I can't believe it's "peaking," for so long. The last time I had a cold, I got it, it peaked and it was gone in three days straight... not this time.
Strictly was good last night, I do a kind of narration for my wonderful "ballroom" friends, (you know we met on a ballroom dancing weekend, another happy twist of fate,) anyway, I retired J. Revel Horwood but she's been brought back due to popular demand and I can't disappoint my readership, now can I? Stand outs are two Aussie's, Jason Donovan and Holly Valance, well... three Aussie's if you count professional dancer Natalie Lowe who has a body to die for and one which I can only aspire to. Standing out for entirely different reasons are Nancy Dell'Olio who is truly atrocious and Russell Grant, the stargazer, who I have a very liberal soft spot for. He is as camp as Christmas and I'd love to go dancing with him to an Abba tribute night and dance like there was no tomorrow.
I burned a scented candle last night and couldn't smell a thing, I thought the candle was defective but I held my gorgeous Jo Malone up to my nose this morning and.... nothing, so I didn't waste so much as a spritz today, I'll save it until my olfactory senses are restored.
I'm having an incredibly lazy day today, apart from carrying in and climbing a rickety ladder to retrieve a defective light bulb, I'm doing not very much of anything today. Back to work tomorrow but I have another short week, I'm off on Friday. I think the next four days are going to be a struggle but just think... this time next week, I'll be as fit as a fiddle.
Strictly was good last night, I do a kind of narration for my wonderful "ballroom" friends, (you know we met on a ballroom dancing weekend, another happy twist of fate,) anyway, I retired J. Revel Horwood but she's been brought back due to popular demand and I can't disappoint my readership, now can I? Stand outs are two Aussie's, Jason Donovan and Holly Valance, well... three Aussie's if you count professional dancer Natalie Lowe who has a body to die for and one which I can only aspire to. Standing out for entirely different reasons are Nancy Dell'Olio who is truly atrocious and Russell Grant, the stargazer, who I have a very liberal soft spot for. He is as camp as Christmas and I'd love to go dancing with him to an Abba tribute night and dance like there was no tomorrow.
I burned a scented candle last night and couldn't smell a thing, I thought the candle was defective but I held my gorgeous Jo Malone up to my nose this morning and.... nothing, so I didn't waste so much as a spritz today, I'll save it until my olfactory senses are restored.
I'm having an incredibly lazy day today, apart from carrying in and climbing a rickety ladder to retrieve a defective light bulb, I'm doing not very much of anything today. Back to work tomorrow but I have another short week, I'm off on Friday. I think the next four days are going to be a struggle but just think... this time next week, I'll be as fit as a fiddle.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Doh
It's Saturday, my cold is well and truly out, words like, "no," now begin with a "d." I didn't sleep well, even my Night Nurse couldn't halt my running nose, so I'm not feeling too rested today. Still, it could be worse, I could have been in work with it.
No running for me this morning but I did do Ms Anderson's butt and thigh workout, I was sweaty to say the least, not sure if it was the workout or the cold but dare I say it?... I think it's getting easier.
I stopped off to get my fringe cut yesterday and the owner didn't charge me. Don't you love a freebie? The Jose Eber waves were still in when I went to bed by the way, got to get some of those.
Strictly is back, did I tell you? I'm rooting for Jason Donovan, heck, we grew up together, well, not literally but we're roughly the same age and I've lived through Neighbours, Scott and Charlene, Too Many Broken Hearts-Stock-Aitken-Waterman, the ups, the downs, Priscilla and thereafter, plus... he can move and he has rhythm, he could actually be in with a chance. The thing about Strictly is, I love ballroom dancing, it's a link to the past, it's graceful, intelligent, happy and healthy. I love the frocks, I love the drama, it heralds Autumn and the run up to Christmas but it's inspirational too, you hold your head a little higher, your back is a little straighter, you have a little more grace about you and those dancers bodies are inspirational to say the least. Long live Strictly. The first person gets kicked off tonight... can't wait.
No running for me this morning but I did do Ms Anderson's butt and thigh workout, I was sweaty to say the least, not sure if it was the workout or the cold but dare I say it?... I think it's getting easier.
I stopped off to get my fringe cut yesterday and the owner didn't charge me. Don't you love a freebie? The Jose Eber waves were still in when I went to bed by the way, got to get some of those.
Strictly is back, did I tell you? I'm rooting for Jason Donovan, heck, we grew up together, well, not literally but we're roughly the same age and I've lived through Neighbours, Scott and Charlene, Too Many Broken Hearts-Stock-Aitken-Waterman, the ups, the downs, Priscilla and thereafter, plus... he can move and he has rhythm, he could actually be in with a chance. The thing about Strictly is, I love ballroom dancing, it's a link to the past, it's graceful, intelligent, happy and healthy. I love the frocks, I love the drama, it heralds Autumn and the run up to Christmas but it's inspirational too, you hold your head a little higher, your back is a little straighter, you have a little more grace about you and those dancers bodies are inspirational to say the least. Long live Strictly. The first person gets kicked off tonight... can't wait.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Trafford Centre
It's Friday and I'm at the Trafford Centre. J was supposed to come with me but she's a bit under the weather at the moment and so went back to bed instead. I'm still fighting my cold but the throat isn't as sore today, so I've drugged up and I'm hoping for the best. I've window shopped around the big home stores like M&S, BHS, Next, and got lots of ideas, now all I need, is lots of cash.
I've just picked up the main thing I came for which is a Christening present for baby Amelie Sophia, I decided on a musical jewellery box, (I know she's too small now, but she'll have it a long time... I think I still have mine somewhere although it's probably not so musical anymore, I do remember being mesmerised by that ballerina though.) I also got a kit to take a hand print which comes with ribbon to hang on the wall... something for Mum and Dad to keep really. With that task out of the way, I'm just about to hit M&S for knicks, you can't beat M&S can you?
I'm just having a sparkling water in Starbucks, it's my second bottle of water since I got here, (I'm so thirsty,) also having a little dark chocolate, just realised I didn't have breakfast and it's now lunchtime. I'm not hungry, just getting a bit twitchy.
The shops are filled with Christmas gifts and goodies. Christmas seems to be racing towards me this year, I'd love to put the brakes on for a while.
I've had a Debenhams £10 gift voucher burning a hole in my bag for months now, so I ventured in before heading back to the car park to see if anything caught my eye. An assistant frightened the life out of me, I didn't hear her at first, (I think my ears are a bit blocked with the cold,) but she asked if I had a few minutes and lead me over to her counter, she was obviously trying to sell me something, I had no intention of buying but thought, at least I get to sit down for a couple of minutes. She was promoting the Jose Eber curling iron. I am no pushover and I'm not easily impressed, but let me tell you.... as soon as I can afford it, I'll be buying one of these. You wrap each strand of hair around the iron for 3 seconds and it's done... seriously AND... it doesn't drop out. I got windswept in the Old Town on the way home when I stopped off to get my fringe cut, rained on, I dragged all my hair back into a clip... the curls are still in! It's a looser wave but still pretty impressive. Debenhams are selling them for £80, Debenhams give a lifetime guarantee, Ebay for £40, well worth the money. http://joseeberuk.co.uk/
The exercise kind of went out of the window this week, I don't feel like doing much with the cold at the moment but I'm keen to get back on track, I have 3 year old, never worn jeans calling to me and I'm not too far off fitting into them.
I've just picked up the main thing I came for which is a Christening present for baby Amelie Sophia, I decided on a musical jewellery box, (I know she's too small now, but she'll have it a long time... I think I still have mine somewhere although it's probably not so musical anymore, I do remember being mesmerised by that ballerina though.) I also got a kit to take a hand print which comes with ribbon to hang on the wall... something for Mum and Dad to keep really. With that task out of the way, I'm just about to hit M&S for knicks, you can't beat M&S can you?
I'm just having a sparkling water in Starbucks, it's my second bottle of water since I got here, (I'm so thirsty,) also having a little dark chocolate, just realised I didn't have breakfast and it's now lunchtime. I'm not hungry, just getting a bit twitchy.
The shops are filled with Christmas gifts and goodies. Christmas seems to be racing towards me this year, I'd love to put the brakes on for a while.
I've had a Debenhams £10 gift voucher burning a hole in my bag for months now, so I ventured in before heading back to the car park to see if anything caught my eye. An assistant frightened the life out of me, I didn't hear her at first, (I think my ears are a bit blocked with the cold,) but she asked if I had a few minutes and lead me over to her counter, she was obviously trying to sell me something, I had no intention of buying but thought, at least I get to sit down for a couple of minutes. She was promoting the Jose Eber curling iron. I am no pushover and I'm not easily impressed, but let me tell you.... as soon as I can afford it, I'll be buying one of these. You wrap each strand of hair around the iron for 3 seconds and it's done... seriously AND... it doesn't drop out. I got windswept in the Old Town on the way home when I stopped off to get my fringe cut, rained on, I dragged all my hair back into a clip... the curls are still in! It's a looser wave but still pretty impressive. Debenhams are selling them for £80, Debenhams give a lifetime guarantee, Ebay for £40, well worth the money. http://joseeberuk.co.uk/
The exercise kind of went out of the window this week, I don't feel like doing much with the cold at the moment but I'm keen to get back on track, I have 3 year old, never worn jeans calling to me and I'm not too far off fitting into them.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Poorly Thursday
Monday was awful at work. We'd had a power cut over the weekend, which I discovered on Monday morning. For the first few hours, we had to relocate to an area where there were working PC's but still no lights. After a couple of hours staring at the screen with minimal daylight so it was pretty dark against the glare of the screen, I had a banging headache which lasted the whole day. I went to bed at 8pm.
Tuesday, we had power but I still loathed being there, I still had a headache but I'm not sure I wasn't imagining it. Wednesday was my Friday, I was in a good mood but expected the day to drag like it had on Tuesday. It didn't, 7-11 practically whizzed by and I slipped out for my coffee, (which I'm trying to give up,) at 11.20am. At around 1pm, I started to develop the first signs of a cold and sore throat, just in time for my long awaited night out and 4 day weekend.
I got home at 4.30, drugged up with Day Nurse, glammed up and have to admit, despite the cold, I was feeling pretty glamorous by the time I headed out. (Plain, but bright red linen top, black linen trousers, bright red sandals, I got told I looked tiny!... I'm not really.)
S, T, A, S, D were all there, it was lovely to catch up and hear about every one's lives and in particular, T & A's latest antics, some things never change... I mean that in a good way.
I got home late, 11.20, so I was really tired having been up since 4am, I just had a coffee and some Night Nurse and went to bed. Woke at 6.30am this morning and I'm feeling a bit rough. Not hung over rough, (I'm sure they're watering the wine down,) but I have a really sore throat, swollen glands and a sniffy nose. No workout for me this morning, I decided my body was suffering enough. I envisioned doing my, "something different," this morning but, the weather is terrible, it's blowing a gale, cold, and raining heavily. I just don't think the legs would carry me today so I'm in my usual haunt, frozen but think that's more me rather than the air con.
I have nothing planned except washing, ironing, DIY and a little gardening and hopefully... an early night to try to sleep this off. All that, and it's still only Friday tomorrow, I may even feel better by the weekend!
Tuesday, we had power but I still loathed being there, I still had a headache but I'm not sure I wasn't imagining it. Wednesday was my Friday, I was in a good mood but expected the day to drag like it had on Tuesday. It didn't, 7-11 practically whizzed by and I slipped out for my coffee, (which I'm trying to give up,) at 11.20am. At around 1pm, I started to develop the first signs of a cold and sore throat, just in time for my long awaited night out and 4 day weekend.
I got home at 4.30, drugged up with Day Nurse, glammed up and have to admit, despite the cold, I was feeling pretty glamorous by the time I headed out. (Plain, but bright red linen top, black linen trousers, bright red sandals, I got told I looked tiny!... I'm not really.)
S, T, A, S, D were all there, it was lovely to catch up and hear about every one's lives and in particular, T & A's latest antics, some things never change... I mean that in a good way.
I got home late, 11.20, so I was really tired having been up since 4am, I just had a coffee and some Night Nurse and went to bed. Woke at 6.30am this morning and I'm feeling a bit rough. Not hung over rough, (I'm sure they're watering the wine down,) but I have a really sore throat, swollen glands and a sniffy nose. No workout for me this morning, I decided my body was suffering enough. I envisioned doing my, "something different," this morning but, the weather is terrible, it's blowing a gale, cold, and raining heavily. I just don't think the legs would carry me today so I'm in my usual haunt, frozen but think that's more me rather than the air con.
I have nothing planned except washing, ironing, DIY and a little gardening and hopefully... an early night to try to sleep this off. All that, and it's still only Friday tomorrow, I may even feel better by the weekend!
Sunday, 2 October 2011
October 2nd
What a lovely and relaxed chat we had last night. I wasn't getting ready to go anywhere and you had no one in need of your immediate attention. I think we covered almost all of the bases Col didn't we? Gosh I miss you but no... you're not coming home madam... I will come to you.
Well, I did sleep like a log again, but I still don't know which of the medicinal tonics is doing the trick yet. Once again, I woke early this morning, or rather my back/hip woke me. As predicted, I decided not to go for the run this morning. I did a back stretch, followed by the Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout. Working extra hours, I don't have the energy for a run when I get in Monday to Friday these days but, instead of doing nothing, this week, I'm going to alternate between butt and thigh and tum workouts. We may be heading into winter but I'll still know if I'm soft or taught under those winter woollies.
It's still unusually warm here. It's supposed to be 21 degrees again today but instead of sunshine, we have dense, white cloud and rain to keep us company.
I forgot to tell you last night that I've enlisted the help of John Frieda's Original Frizz Ease and wow, looking good and where did that shine come from? You need to invest.
Starbucks music choice is well, not every one's choice. It is still, after all, early on a Sunday morn and we have... blasting into my drums... Beastie Boys; "Fight for Your Right to Party." I take refuge in my iPod and the dulcet tones of Corrine Bailey Rae's; "Just Like Star," always my special, zone out choice. Corrine wins, I can't hear Beastie at all. I'm not saying I don't like a little Beastie, it's just a tad too early in the day.
I'm going to post and send you a link to a great arms workout, courtesy of Ms Gwyneth Paltrow and Ms Tracey Anderson. I can't remember if I've posted it before but no matter. From memory, it's about 5 minutes of dancing for arms, so it really doesn't feel like a workout, trust me. In no time, well, in about 5 minutes, you'll be done with the workout... you can thank me later.
So, you've got me thinking and inspired. I do realise I should be inspiring you though Mrs. Monday to Friday this week, I'm going to alternate butt & thighs and tum workouts. It will only be 12 minutes each night, surely I can do that? What are you going to do? How about 5 minutes of arms each night???
I have a really short working week this week, dinner out with our girls on Wednesday night then an exceptionally long weekend. I am so spoiled. Love you x
http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0
Well, I did sleep like a log again, but I still don't know which of the medicinal tonics is doing the trick yet. Once again, I woke early this morning, or rather my back/hip woke me. As predicted, I decided not to go for the run this morning. I did a back stretch, followed by the Tracy Anderson Butt and Thigh workout. Working extra hours, I don't have the energy for a run when I get in Monday to Friday these days but, instead of doing nothing, this week, I'm going to alternate between butt and thigh and tum workouts. We may be heading into winter but I'll still know if I'm soft or taught under those winter woollies.
It's still unusually warm here. It's supposed to be 21 degrees again today but instead of sunshine, we have dense, white cloud and rain to keep us company.
I forgot to tell you last night that I've enlisted the help of John Frieda's Original Frizz Ease and wow, looking good and where did that shine come from? You need to invest.
Starbucks music choice is well, not every one's choice. It is still, after all, early on a Sunday morn and we have... blasting into my drums... Beastie Boys; "Fight for Your Right to Party." I take refuge in my iPod and the dulcet tones of Corrine Bailey Rae's; "Just Like Star," always my special, zone out choice. Corrine wins, I can't hear Beastie at all. I'm not saying I don't like a little Beastie, it's just a tad too early in the day.
I'm going to post and send you a link to a great arms workout, courtesy of Ms Gwyneth Paltrow and Ms Tracey Anderson. I can't remember if I've posted it before but no matter. From memory, it's about 5 minutes of dancing for arms, so it really doesn't feel like a workout, trust me. In no time, well, in about 5 minutes, you'll be done with the workout... you can thank me later.
So, you've got me thinking and inspired. I do realise I should be inspiring you though Mrs. Monday to Friday this week, I'm going to alternate butt & thighs and tum workouts. It will only be 12 minutes each night, surely I can do that? What are you going to do? How about 5 minutes of arms each night???
I have a really short working week this week, dinner out with our girls on Wednesday night then an exceptionally long weekend. I am so spoiled. Love you x
http://youtu.be/v1LVFFzi_f0
Saturday, 1 October 2011
White Rabbits, White Rabbits, White Rabbits
Can you believe we're in October?
I was thinking of going somewhere else this morning, to look out at a different view from a different Starbucks, and have a wander around different shops... but in the end... I couldn't be bothered. I'm feeling a little blah and a little blue. I think I'm just hormonal but I wish I could just go home, pack, and hop on a plane to you.
After my eyebrow disaster of yesterday, (the eyebrows are lovely, but it took me 20 minutes to park... 20 minutes Col... in the Old Town! So I was late for my appointment, which I hate.) Anyhoo, luckily, Mandie didn't have anyone in after me and so I could still have my brows done and she was very gracious about me being late... she knew I wouldn't just not turn up. Well... it was so hot and I'd had such a busy morning, I decided to go home and set about my washing and ironing. So, three hours later, I'd done two wash loads and ironed everything. Hot work in this weather but so great it get to out of the way. I spent the afternoon in some of my NZ shorts, (the khaki ones,) can you believe me, in shorts, here, practically in October?
I told the Starbucks ladies this morning that they gave me full fat milk on the top of my filter yesterday and they've just handed me my filter with an extra paper cup of skimmed milk. I feel a tiny bit better.
I left early again this morning and stocked up on my sparkling water while it's on offer. I can have a leisurely morning tomorrow.
More family upsets last night. Nothing to do with me, as usual, I just feel the fallout. I need to look for three birthday presents before I head home. (October is an expensive month.) Then, I need to head home to blitz. You know I'm not tidy but my head feels cluttered so I need to do something about that.
I've been having trouble sleeping again lately, especially on a Sunday night. I was going to invest in some herbal sleeping tablets but I don't like taking anything like that, still, while looking at the herbal items, I spotted Bach's Rescue Remedy Night-time. I used to live off Rescue Remedy, remember? I used to consume it by the litre. Anyway, they now make a night time version. Last night, I made myself a little warm milk and took three drops of the remedy. It's horribly sweet, but I slept like a log. Now then, last night is not a litmus test , I was already very tired before I had the drops, and the warm milk.... and the wine may have helped too. I'll let you know how Sunday goes.
I was thinking of going somewhere else this morning, to look out at a different view from a different Starbucks, and have a wander around different shops... but in the end... I couldn't be bothered. I'm feeling a little blah and a little blue. I think I'm just hormonal but I wish I could just go home, pack, and hop on a plane to you.
After my eyebrow disaster of yesterday, (the eyebrows are lovely, but it took me 20 minutes to park... 20 minutes Col... in the Old Town! So I was late for my appointment, which I hate.) Anyhoo, luckily, Mandie didn't have anyone in after me and so I could still have my brows done and she was very gracious about me being late... she knew I wouldn't just not turn up. Well... it was so hot and I'd had such a busy morning, I decided to go home and set about my washing and ironing. So, three hours later, I'd done two wash loads and ironed everything. Hot work in this weather but so great it get to out of the way. I spent the afternoon in some of my NZ shorts, (the khaki ones,) can you believe me, in shorts, here, practically in October?
I told the Starbucks ladies this morning that they gave me full fat milk on the top of my filter yesterday and they've just handed me my filter with an extra paper cup of skimmed milk. I feel a tiny bit better.
I left early again this morning and stocked up on my sparkling water while it's on offer. I can have a leisurely morning tomorrow.
More family upsets last night. Nothing to do with me, as usual, I just feel the fallout. I need to look for three birthday presents before I head home. (October is an expensive month.) Then, I need to head home to blitz. You know I'm not tidy but my head feels cluttered so I need to do something about that.
I've been having trouble sleeping again lately, especially on a Sunday night. I was going to invest in some herbal sleeping tablets but I don't like taking anything like that, still, while looking at the herbal items, I spotted Bach's Rescue Remedy Night-time. I used to live off Rescue Remedy, remember? I used to consume it by the litre. Anyway, they now make a night time version. Last night, I made myself a little warm milk and took three drops of the remedy. It's horribly sweet, but I slept like a log. Now then, last night is not a litmus test , I was already very tired before I had the drops, and the warm milk.... and the wine may have helped too. I'll let you know how Sunday goes.
September 30th
I had peaked this week by Tuesday. Early I know, a tad premature. There is so much pressure to hit your targets, you work flat out to get ahead when you can before you're hit with unworkable work, which will take four times as long to complete. By Wednesday, I'd headed into the unworkable and the trend continued through Thursday. It was like wading through treacle but all was not lost, I finished early Thursday afternoon, came home in the glorious sunshine for a quick shower, then headed off to the cinema with B, who treated me to dinner at Frankie & Benny's. We shared a crab cake to start followed by warm chicken salad for me and fried calamari for B. We then headed for "Crazy Stupid Love," and not "Crazy Sexy Love," as I keep calling it. It stars; Steve Carell, Ryan Gosling, Julianne Moore, Emma Stone, Marisa Tomei. It was a combination of funny, very funny, sad, it dipped in the middle then recovered to finish strongly. Worth a trip to see it when it reaches your shores.
I woke at 4am this morning... my day off. Stayed in bed for as long as possible without falling back to sleep, then got up, checked emails, friend from work had given birth to a girl at 10.20pm last night, 6lb 2oz Lucy had finally arrived. Fought with my "frozen" iPod, jogged with my iPod once I'd unfrozen it, for 30 minutes, then hit the shower.
I was at the supermarket for 8 doing my monthly, now that it's payday, "bulk shop" of all the things I'll need that won't go off, coffee, salad dressing, toothpaste etc. I've developed a thing about people commenting about food I eat or buy, I stopped eating in work years ago because people are so pass remarkable, so, when the portly cashier at the checkout asked me; "what's with all the dressing?" I calmly replied; "It's a month's worth. I eat a lot of salad." I wanted to add... "you should try it," but thankfully, I'm only a cow in my head.
Rewind to me pushing my trolley up the coffee aisle and I saw, and she spotted me.. a customer from the old days. She told me I looked well and that I'd lost, "a lot" of weight. This is always a double edged comment but she's lovely and I know that she meant to be complimentary. Incidentally, I was never huge was I? And I don't think I've lost that much.
Anyway, lady is now 81 she tells me, she looks fabulous and not a day over 60. She updated me on people she obviously thought I knew but I didn't have a clue. Anyway, Rose has moved to a new and lovely bungalow and Maude's husband has Alzheimer's... or so they think. We had a lovely chat and she said she misses us girls, all of the older customers that I bump into say the same thing which is nice don't you think? It's good to be missed, damn it, we made a great team.
Just as the conversation was drawing to a close, I got the usual closer... "so, are you married yet?" Which is swiftly followed by, "that, look" when you tell people, "no, still single." It's funny really, to the older generation especially, not being married is something incomprehensible.
So, we've been basking in our Indian summer for a few days now. On the way to the cinema last night, it was 28 degrees.
At 11.30, I'm getting my brows waxed, love the finish of newly waxed brows. Not sure what the rest of the day holds... I'm torn.
I woke at 4am this morning... my day off. Stayed in bed for as long as possible without falling back to sleep, then got up, checked emails, friend from work had given birth to a girl at 10.20pm last night, 6lb 2oz Lucy had finally arrived. Fought with my "frozen" iPod, jogged with my iPod once I'd unfrozen it, for 30 minutes, then hit the shower.
I was at the supermarket for 8 doing my monthly, now that it's payday, "bulk shop" of all the things I'll need that won't go off, coffee, salad dressing, toothpaste etc. I've developed a thing about people commenting about food I eat or buy, I stopped eating in work years ago because people are so pass remarkable, so, when the portly cashier at the checkout asked me; "what's with all the dressing?" I calmly replied; "It's a month's worth. I eat a lot of salad." I wanted to add... "you should try it," but thankfully, I'm only a cow in my head.
Rewind to me pushing my trolley up the coffee aisle and I saw, and she spotted me.. a customer from the old days. She told me I looked well and that I'd lost, "a lot" of weight. This is always a double edged comment but she's lovely and I know that she meant to be complimentary. Incidentally, I was never huge was I? And I don't think I've lost that much.
Anyway, lady is now 81 she tells me, she looks fabulous and not a day over 60. She updated me on people she obviously thought I knew but I didn't have a clue. Anyway, Rose has moved to a new and lovely bungalow and Maude's husband has Alzheimer's... or so they think. We had a lovely chat and she said she misses us girls, all of the older customers that I bump into say the same thing which is nice don't you think? It's good to be missed, damn it, we made a great team.
Just as the conversation was drawing to a close, I got the usual closer... "so, are you married yet?" Which is swiftly followed by, "that, look" when you tell people, "no, still single." It's funny really, to the older generation especially, not being married is something incomprehensible.
So, we've been basking in our Indian summer for a few days now. On the way to the cinema last night, it was 28 degrees.
At 11.30, I'm getting my brows waxed, love the finish of newly waxed brows. Not sure what the rest of the day holds... I'm torn.
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