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Gosh but it has been such a long time since I last wrote, I feel like I haven’t really had much to say.  Actually, that isn’t true, I always have something to say.  I mean I am always the one who has ten conflicting theories about everything.  What happened was I had a deep crisis of confidence and suddenly thought nothing I had to say was interesting enough.  And now?  What has changed?  Well nothing apart from the fact that I have decided that I am not that bothered.  If you are reading, thanks. And if it is really boring, stop reading and go and find one of those truly woke blogs that remind you daily that you are a heinous underachiever who is single-handedly responsible for destroying the world we live in – and you can fix it – one goji berry at a time.   Read the rest of this entry »


So, my sister is getting married.  D, my youngest sister has taken the plunge and is going to marry R, the man she has been with for a decade.  This had led to a lot of squealing (her, his mum and sister, her friends, me), crying (her, our parents, me), panicking (her, me), joy (all involved) and of course, shopping (her and me). Read the rest of this entry »

The other day I went into Lush to buy a tub of body scrub. I may have mentioned this before, but Lush (and other stores of its type) have this effect on me that I don’t enjoy at all. They make me lightheaded and dizzy with all of the different perfumes and scents in the atmosphere.  Sometimes, even passing by the store makes me reach for my inhaler.  However, I needed something, so I braved it.  I specifically knew what I was going in for, so I took a deep breath and went in, releasing small amounts of breath slowly as I searched for the product I was after.  Two breaths later, product in hand, I approached the counter. Read the rest of this entry »

Amongst other lovely things, I got a very nice blue and white striped shirt to ‘throw over’ my bathing suit for my birthday.  Unfortunately, not only could I not throw it over my bathing suit, I actually became trapped in it when I tried it on.  Let’s just say that if there is no give in the clothes, even the XL is not extra large enough for me.  So today I toddled off to the GAP,  gift receipt in hand (whoever came up with the gift receipt was a genius) to change the gift. Read the rest of this entry »

The other day I went into the West End for something from House of Fraser.  Now, I do not frequent the department stores in the West End.  Let me clarify.  Department stores give me the heebie jeebies. I don’t object to having everything I ‘need’ under one roof,  but shopping is an activity I find extraordinarily tiring.  Nothing exhausts me like shopping does.  Within an hour, my shoulders are tight and hunched toward my ears, I am tense, moody and my legs are aching. Even the weight of my handbag is too much, and I carry that around every day with no problem. I would attribute it to being unfit, but the truth is I do other stuff that would be considered more strenuous and I am fine.  For example I can be on my feet preparing a meal for 60 people over the course of three days (including food shopping, table setting, furniture moving and house decorating) and not bat an eyelid.  I am obviously tired at the end of the day, but nothing like after an hour of shopping.  Even food shopping doesn’t tire me like other kinds of shopping.   Read the rest of this entry »

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