CJ

So I also won £25.00 on the Euro millions.  £25 million would have been better, but I was none the less excited by my win, which I swiftly converted into fuel.  They say "it" comes in 3's, so I'm bracing myself for my next win.  I'll keep you posted and let you know when I need to make my bed up.

When I returned home last Sunday after my lovely weekend away, I could not believe how quickly "bad" foods had had an impact on my body.  I was feeling hormonally bloated too, but still, I only have to glance at cheese and my thighs and bottom expand. 

It's Friday by the way and Mr Regular, (in Starbucks,) has already queried what I'm doing here today, and now he's asked me to keep an eye on his gadgets while he nips back to the car for something.  I take my iPod out of my ears so that I'm extra alert and not distracted, I take my duties very seriously.

On the way here, I listened to the Chris Evans breakfast show on BBC Radio 2, I only caught the last embers of the interview but Boris Becker had been on and five minutes later, Chris declared that Boris was the easiest guest he'd ever had on.  I've had a soft spot for Boris ever since he won his first Wimbledon, (which incidentally begins again next week,) he was, (if my brain serves me correctly,) something like 17 years, 7 months and 7 days when he won Wimbledon.  I totally may have made that up, but the gist of the story is, I think it was his destiny to win that first Wimbledon Championship and I'm pretty certain we're around the same age, therefore, I must support.

Our good friend Sheila has invited me for lunch today.  I haven't seen Sheila since December, and we only live 10 minutes from each other, shame on me.  As usual when we get together, 4 hours passes in the blink of an eye.  It's so lovely to catch up and we cover every subject.

My gorgeous and recently separated nephew CJ sent me a text last night to enlist my help in sofa shopping with him on Saturday.  I love my CJ and I'd do anything for him, which means that I'm now double booked or at least somewhat stretched on Saturday.

I go out for coffee at 8.30am, shop a little, recycle, call in at B's for an hour and a coffee, head home and text CJ as I'm leaving to say that I'll be home in 10, at which point he picks me up and we head to the next town and a sofa showroom.  CJ and I happily sofa hop, it's funny because in the instant our bottoms touch down on a sofa, we know if it's worth considering  as a viable option.  No dilly dallying for us, we are decision makers.

Quite early on, maybe our 4th sofa, we both like a brown leather, 4 seater.  We circumnavigate the showroom which includes the "bargain, buy now"  area which I rename the "sofa graveyard," then we head back to the brown leather named "Baron" for another sit down, measure up and photograph.  Gosh we make a decisive team.  At one point, after the third assistant has checked that we're okay, CJ offers that he wonders if they think that I'm, "his bird."  I won't even go into the use of that particular colloquialism, just as long as they don't think I'm his Mother.

I loved spending time with my sweet nephew CJ, it was so easy spending time with him today.  I don't know what I was singing, but I unconsciously was singing something I'd heard on the radio earlier, shows you how comfortable I am in front of him that I didn't even realise that I was singing.  "I love your singing."  I then waited for some kind of derogatory remark... it helps strip paint, scares the magpies away... something of that ilk but no... "it's so soft and gentle."  How cute is my (grown up) nephew?  I know, don't worry, I won't tell him he's cute, it's not very manly.

So, we headed for another showroom after the original but we covered this in less than 10 minutes, we did a kind of drive by version of the earlier showroom visit and I vetoed everything, it all looked cheap in comparison, not bargain cheap, just cheap.  On the way home, CJ decided to take me to the nearest Starbucks for a coffee, which happened to be in the hotel that he had his wedding reception in.  I told him that this was the first time I'd been back since his wedding and we laughed a little, he said that if there was a wedding going on, he might scream, "don't do it," but he was only kidding, I know he's a romantic at heard and he'll find someone wonderful in the not too distant.

I get home around 4pm, starving and having lost the will to now start my housework.  I do very little except email and talk on the phone catching up with J, (CJ's Mum,) and my cousin L.

The film "Australia" is on tonight and not much else.  I've seen the film a few times before and it's good, and there isn't anything else on that I'd rather watch so I indulge again, how can you not enjoy Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman in a sprawling landscape?  I've never noticed it before, but in the last five minutes of the film, they play "Nimrod,"  from Edward Elgar's "Enigma Variations."  They play this piece every Armistice Sunday in Whitehall and I have always loved it and found it moving, so when the time came, I requested that it was played for Mum.  It is the most beautiful piece of music, and yes, I cried, again.  Shocker.

http://youtu.be/NhnMd1Jl7SA