My lovely friend Sue volunteered her lovely husband Harry to do some small electrical jobs around here for me. I've been without hot water for about 18 months now, my shower is electric so that was as hot as I wanted, when I washed up, I boiled the kettle, it was like camping, permanently. In the end, the jobs piled up and I was so fed up of not having hot water, I couldn't take it anymore. I phoned a local plumber/electrician before Christmas and when he failed to come back to me, Sue very kindly volunteered the very talented Harry.
90 minutes later and I'm staring, in amazement, at the steam, lifting from the water pouring out of the hot tap and into a bowl of soapy water, it's astounding what we take for granted.
So Saturday, the first day of my week off from work, begins beautifully with a workout, a coffee and then hot water, what more could a girl ask for?
Sunday, I'm sore and stiff from my workout, I should have pushed myself to workout again but I didn't, Sunday being the day of rest and all, I chickened out and took the easy option instead, of a slight sleep in and a leisurely breakfast before heading out for my usual coffee date.
It was so great to chat to you on Sunday night, it's always a treat, still miss you so much.
Monday and I rise and jog for just ten minutes but it felt so great. I know that it's not the best exercise in the world but I really love it and it's been so long, I just knew I would feel better if I dipped my toe into my runners. With some of my favourite running music emanating out of my iPod, ten minutes whizzed by.
After coffee, I head for the hairdressers. I have, too much unruly hair, I can't style it, it's too long and too wide. I arrive with pictures of the gorgeous and stylish Olivia Palermo, I'm thinking I'd like to try for a long, blunt bob, give it a go and see how I do with it. My young hairdresser no doubt knows her stuff but she's not great at giving me direction. I roll up and tell her I really don't know what to do, but what about this, or this? I don't really get an answer and we settle on a shoulder length bob. Trouble is, my hair, having a kink or a frizz going on, however you cut it, in reality, it's going to shoot up at least an inch.
I went for Olivia, I ended up with a Dawn O'Porter or an unruly Anna Wintour, (I know, impossible to imagine.) I love it. I feel fresh, and swingy. I don't know if I'll keep it, I need to live with it for a while, but for now at least... I do love it, it's the first totally new style I've had for years.
I have a hearty lunch and before I know it, I'm heading for my dentist appointment to have one of my wisdom teeth out. I know that it'll be fine but I've been cold all day and had a headache for most of it. I'm in and out in 40 minutes, I do, as usual, shake like a leaf. I get to see the tooth and it's ugly, filled and decayed. Do I want it? No thank you. It's being donated to student dentists to practice filling.
It's Monday night and I feel drained and exhausted. I'll be fine in the morning but for now, it's a large glass of wine and an early night, swiftly followed by a salt water mouth wash in morn.
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