PFFFFT! Friday again, must be time for Love the little things…I know what you’re thinking…It doesn’t seem like two minutes since I read the last installment of this fly by the seat of your pants blog. That is because dear reader, I was late with the last one of these so didn’t post it until Monday. Tardy. Soz.
Lets crack on shall we? We’ve all got things to be doing…haven’t we? Enders is on at 8!
READ: Urgh…The post. This week my mail has included such gems as a speeding fine and a parking appeal which the council have decided to uphold. As I am like a dog with a bone when I think I am in the right (which I totally am) I have re-appealed…I will let you know how I get on.
More important than either of those rubbish letters though was the fantastic letter from the hospital to say the big littles kidneys are both functioning normally and there is no need for any further treatment or medication. HOORAH!! (you can see how she came to be on meds here)
MADE: This is always the tricky bit for me- I’m not much of a maker to be honest. I’m certainly no cook or crafter or anything that resembles any sort of home maker type! However, this week to celebrate the Mr being home- woo hoo, I had a gin and tonic…on a Monday night- that’s right people, thats me, tearing up the rule book right there! The measures were generous, the temperature was perfect enough to give me a shiver on the first sip and I even used the best glasses. Sublime! And, as today is a Friday, I think I’ll be doing the same again later!
WATCHED: This week for absolutely no good reason I have been watching old videos of my babies on my phone…whilst they are at nursery. WHAT?! This is useful, tangible time on my own in which I could be doing actual important stuff. How utterly ridiculous I am. Why am I not making a flan or dusting the skirting boards or doing some work?!
I live with them, I see them daily and, to be honest, sometimes they really test my patience so why in god’s name am I watching them when I have a list as long as my arm of stuff to do?! Have a word!
HEARD: I am in a weird situation now I am officially working two days a week from home. I am able to choose what I want to listen to without having to consider anyone else. I’ll level with you; I haven’t really kept up with the ‘hit parade’ for the last few years but I have been able to listen to the radio for a few days this week as happily Steve Wright was on holiday and Jo Whiley filled in.
Although I am still cross that she did not play my request on our wedding day (Theme tune from The Sopranos that I posted in along with a gift for her new born) favouring ‘Tha tha that that don’t kill you, will only make you stronger’ by Kayne West instead (thanks to some totes emosh story about a wounded soldier coming home from Afghanistan and the pride of his sister) her dulcet tones are preferable to sing along Steve who, Mr L and I believe, is genuinely trying to see how far he can push it before being handed his P45. Please God let it be soon.
Anyway, I digress, I have been listening to this glorious track from The Arctic Monkeys. The husband put me on to it and it is lush.
WORE: Firstly, I’m going to have to change the title of this category to ‘worn’. I will do it next week as it sounds better grammatically to me for some reason. I didn’t just want to thrust such a major change on you without notice so I’ve hopefully given you a heads up for next time.
Anyway, the answer is: Some new running gear…Went to M&S this week which I love! For the first time in a gazzillion years I have bought some new underwear but, since this isn’t that kind of blog, I’ll just talk about the new top which sucks you in so you look a bit more gazelle and a little less heifer when running. The hold you in-ness of it is pretty serious (or perhaps I should have bought the next size up). I am not sure whether I should be subjecting myself to the whole flatten this, push up this, suck in this sort of fashion- isn’t it some kind of anti feminist thing? I’m losing track of that whole debate, I just find it useful to have a top which means that my stomach doesn’t alternately slap my thighs and then my boobs with each step. I’d recommend one! That doesn’t by the way mean I think you are fat- you look lovely from here.
Did you know that it was 50 years ago today that The Beatles arrived in America?…Yep, that’s my ‘and finally’…How boring has my week been?! Sorry about that. I can not imagine how Stuart Sutcliffe must have felt knowing that he could have been a part of the madness- weird.
Until next time lovelies. Have a brilliant weekend.