It's Sunday, it's -1 degrees so at least it's warmer than yesterday where it only reached -1 by noon. We're covered in white frost again but it looks pretty. I had an early night last night and slept like a log. I feel a bit dozy this morning, almost like I've had too much sleep, surely that's not possible? Yesterday, I wore my Baker Boy cap, I froze. Today, it's my cream bobble hat, I don't care if people don't like the bobble, it's woollen, and it's warm, they'll have to deal with it.
I did another 10 minutes of pilates last night, and today, on the drive here, I concentrated on pulling in my tummy, it's amazing how we usually ignore this muscle and forget how it helps to support our backs don't we? I do anyway.
TV was dire last night, the only films on were "Casper", which I watched... reluctantly, and yes, okay, I admit it, I cried, but I blame the wine. Then came; "Bridget Jones, the Edge of Reason," which began as I went to bed and if I remember correctly... is rubbish. No offence to Ms Z, who is never rubbish.
Speaking of "A" List celebs, it's the Golden Globes tonight. I can't wait to see the frocks and to hear how outraged everyone is by Ricky Gervais, well, it's their own fault... they invited him back!
B has called in after church and among other things, told me that I'm as ugly as ever, I definitely see a theme here. I'm trying not to take it to heart.
So, I have 2 job application forms to complete this week, just have to motivate myself.
Home currently smells like burnt toast. That will be due to the burnt toast though. I wanted toast and mackerel pate, but in an effort to be "good" until I get rid of the Christmas pounds, I bought that flimsy bread, you know the kind that if you hold it up to the light, you can see through it? Well, the toaster didn't like it, it was pretty much cremated by the time it popped out and some of it got caught in the toaster anyway, hence the burnt toast aroma.
No comments:
Post a Comment