and there's more....!

I've lost a stone, a whole 14lbs....yes thats equivalent of 11 pints of milk.... blimey.

Life is good

the sun is shining, my voice is nearly returned, it's friday tomorrow and I am in lust with a capital L. fab.

day of rest

I spent today resting and doing very little. sheer bliss. it's always so much more fun being off when othe people are working.

surviving

well I'm surviving, made it into work and got through the day, now plan on drinking alcohol for medicinal purposes to try and solve my sore throat. There are two theories I have on this.. either I have finally, at the ripe old age of 31, hit puberty and my voice had broken, or I have shyphillis as one of the symptoms is a deep voice (hence why deep voices are considered sexy i.e. int'olden days all the prostitutes has syphillis and thus husky voices - fascinating history fact for you). Actually I think it was just bad luck and I have burnt my candles at both ends, but hey, who knows!

happy bloody birthday.

It's nearly 1am, I'm 31 and suddenly, as old age hits me, I feel frail and incapable. Actually that's not old age... I think I'm ill. I went to bed at 9pm coz I didn't feel good and just woke up and can't sleep. I've gargled with soluble aspirin, I've talked to my cats, I've considered opening a few cards to make myself feel better. but I HAVE to go to work tomorrow as i have some very important meetings and I have a feeling that it's not going to be a good day. Just when life was getting good. My throat hurts, I'm old, I want my mum.

Blondes have more fun...

Well after having a slow start to the day I spent yesterday going more blonde and then proving the theory that they have more fun. I went out with a group from RH who were out to celebrate the return to work of a really nice guy who was off for most of last year with cancer. I hadn't planned to go because we were supposed to be camping at Rhydd Covett but as that had fallen through and they were actually out in cheltenham rather than gloucester or stroud as normal, I felt I didn't really have an excuse not to go. But, determined not to drink after the previous night I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. But in fact sometimes the nights you don't look forward to turn out to be some of the best. Hence why I found myself dancing in Yates wine lodge, stone cold sober at midnight, but having a great laugh. If nothing else I think my street cred at work has improved!

thank goodness for bacon sandwiches.

hello peeps. the good news is it's friday, as I sit here and wait for friends and tequila to arrive I ponder on life. I'd like to come out with some deep meaningful quotes about how great life, love and friendship is but bollox to that my mates have arrived!

countdown to 31

only 5 days of being 30 to go. oh how depressing. But the good news is friday night is tequila night - bring it on! Expect tales of drunken debauchery on sat morning (or not depending on what I can remember). I plan on doing this in style!

I feel the spelling errors in my previous missive give it a level of authenticity don't you?

oh dear

it's only 7.30 and I'm drunk. shame on me for a wednesady, oh no it's a tuesday. oh dear. i have been sat in the same pub on sunday evening, monday evening and tuesday evening after work (well on sunday it was actually before work as I then drove down to london to be prepared for an early starting course on the monday). shocking behaviour for a nearly 31 year old.

so in all life is ok. my sisters anniversary (congrats by the way - oh how I wish I could still fit into that bridesmaid dress - nearly there...). 11lbs lighter than 2 months ago but no real difference in how I look, although I'm sure the excess drinking will take that back a few pounds - still if you can't do it on the run up to your birthday when can you! In all, life is pretty good and I am smiling inanely at my cats. bless 'em.

Oh No...

The Peter Andre gig in Bristol is sold out! Disaster!

On a serious note

So I see the editor of the Mirror got the sack. Too bloody right. My only hope is that this might trigger the beginning of the end for the mad tabloid-driven world in which we live. I fear, however, that I'm a little too optimistic and unrealistic but one can only dream.

unsuitability or compatability?

Quote from Fraser on e-mail
"So he is married/alcoholic/dislikes children/has huge gambling debts/too tall/vegan/trekkie/BNP supporter/control freak/submissive/into historical re-enactments/doesn't like chocolate/thinks blue nun is a good wine/watches Jackie Chan movies/only speaks serbo-croat/sleeps with the light on/doesn't eat his greens/talks with his mouth full/is allergic to cats/cross dresses/leaves the seat up?"

It's an interesting perspective on what blokes think is "unsuitable". As for me, I'd expect a blokes mates to be asking "is she too young/ginger/into camping/mify obsessed/into sacking people/always posting her passport/setting off house alarms?"

Worrying isn't it!

Hmmm

You know, I was talking to my mum the other day, and she knew I was going out on Saturday night starting at the Montpellier Wine Bar (sweetie dahhrling!), and I said that I'd need to not drink anymore this week cause of the diet I'm on. She managed to offend me by saying "You know you really need to be careful Wendy so that you don't give people the wrong impression". I calculated that I'd have a fair bit to drink over the past week (about 7 pints admittedly) but that was extremely unusual circumstances and I haven't drunk much over the past few weeks due to the weight loss issue. Then I asked her what she'd drunk and she came out with "Oh a glass or two here or there, oh and then there was the Wine Club on Saturday night and then our friends had us round for drinks on sunday afternoon, and then this afternoon we were at a reunion dinner...." hmmm, I have a distinctive pot-kettle-black moment..

Blue Peter fans unite

it's a sad day for all. Guess we're all getting old eh.

don't panic...

....it's ok, normal service has been resumed. today I spent money frivolously, lay on the sofa and watched 3 episodes of Miss Match on Living, 2 episodes of the OC, fell asleep and now I shall watch Friends and ER. I love sundays!

it's getting worse..

not I really seem to have the bug, I've cleared out 2 cupboards, mowed the lawn and now I'm off to the tip. It's only lunchtime on a saturday, I should be lying in bed watcing CDUK??? Is this what happens to you when you approach 31???? maybe all I have to look forward to is a lifetime of domesticity and gardening. help me....

praise be

it's nearly the weekend! I'm knackered but I continue on my quest for social dynamism and am arranging a night out at the dogs (I know I know, I went to the dogs a long time again blah blah!). should be good, keep yer fingers crossed I might make a fortune on my 50p bets!

as for tonight, well I need to recover from my uncharacteristic cleaning-fest which happenend last night. yes I have a tidy and clean house for the first time since, oooh probably the pancake party! I rewarded myself with 2 hours of Alias on DVD - bliss!

the evil that men do lives after them....

spent the weekend in the Big Smoke with the family. Did some cultural stuff like going on a guided walk in the city, seeing where the Great Fire of London started (funnily enough the actual place itself wasn't there, it had burned down) but we went to Pudding Lane. Fab stuff, never been there before. We also walked through a victorian marketplace where they filmed the bit in Harry Potter where he buys his wand. MORE IMPORTANTLY... saw the place where they filmed that bit in bridget jones at the end where he's buying her a diary in the snow... ahhh. I skived off the educational visit to the Museum of London to meet up with my mate lisa and go shopping and natter, then this morning went to the Globe theatre for a tour - how cool is that place, just like in shakespeare in love (although it wasn't filmed there). I'd love to go and see an actual play there - although i would have to splash out on covered seats if the weather was anything like today!
so, back to the real world of work tomorrow. well not exactly, off to aberdeen for a meeting. How ridiculous is that!