Forgot to tell you, taking down the decs, I knocked a blue shell off the fireplace that C had chosen for me from the beach. Made me sad but what can you do? It's broken but I do still have another.
My next door neighbour, teenage drummer in training is, well, training today, Saturday. Who am I to say; "keep it down." He may be the next Phil Collins, so I really shouldn't hinder either enthusiasm or practice should I? Besides, I'm sure my old neighbours didn't appreciate my Barbra Streisand impersonations many moons ago.
I really enjoyed our chat this morning, it was so great to catch up, sorry it was a bit late at your end, will be glad when we have 12 hours dead difference again, much more accommodating. Really enjoyed my five minute chat with our little Kiwi chatterbox too. I can totally understand the accent these days and no longer need an interpreter, however she did ask me to repeat myself a few times which I thought was very funny. C beautifully described her newly decorated bedroom, from the curtains to the wall colour to the ribboned message/photo board you'd made for her, to the plaque from Grandad detailing the meaning of her lovely name. I'm thinking C should maybe consider a career as a writer or a teacher, she is very animated.
Proud of you for embarking on the healthy regime and I think it's great that you're all doing it together, I can't wait to get over there and go for a run with C, I tried to explain to her that it's not how fast you can run, simply that you go the distance. I think it was a little lost in translation though and it's probably better if I show her myself.
One of the girls in Starbucks has just brought me over my filter coffee as it wasn't quite filtered when I arrived, she noticed my... your copy of, "Eat, Pray, Love" on the counter and she stood having a conversation with me on the book. Funnily enough, we're both at the same point, Liz has just arrived in India. The Barista's friend gave her the book with the promise that it would "change her life." She then told me that she hadn't enjoyed the film as much, (I haven't seen it,) then I told her how I didn't enjoy the film of "P.S. I Love You," as much as I did the book. Hilary Swank, although fabulous, just wasn't Holly for me and I told her how I used to sit in the old Borders/Starbucks, reading the book and crying... buckets. We then had a conversation about weight loss, she's just joined a slimming club, told me about a barista from my old Starbucks who has now lost half her body weight and I told her about my colleague from work who has lost 6 stone on the same regime that she's joined. I'm wondering why I keep having weight loss conversations with people?
Yesterday I got weighed and I was down 2 Christmas lbs and today, I'm down another 2. Just shows you that it's not just fat but fluid and heaven knows what else stored in our bodies after the Christmas excess. I'm hoping by next weekend, I'll be pretty close to my Christmas weight and then I have just a few more lbs to go before I reach my fighting weight ;)
Took me ages to get off to sleep last night but finally drifted off and slept through until almost 7am. I'd jogged for 30 minutes and showered before we spoke, I could feel the fat jiggling. I'm sticking out my tongue and pulling a face right now.
I was the first customer of the day here today and about 10 minutes later, a Mother and teenaged son arrived and that's it. Just the three of us for the past 30 minutes. It's very quiet, hardly anyone walking past my window either.
I watched yesterday for the 251st time.... "While You Were Sleeping." Oh I just love that film and I wonder what Ms Bullock thinks of it now. It was made in 1995 and I think it's aged pretty well. I never get tired of watching it, it's heart warming, hopeful, comforting and funny with the message that somehow, things all work out, as they should. It's just lovely.
I will be off shortly to recycle, get fuel and to buy the Mail on Sunday. The supplement this week contains a feature on Pilates guru Margot Campbell and a list of exercises on how to get Pippa Middleton's bottom, sorry... body. Guess what I'll be doing this afternoon?
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