Stumbling for my slumber, I plod downstairs, idly stuff a chunk of fudge into my mouth whilst reading the note left for me. Darling, Please hang up the washing, and put the box of photos back in the loft. Please. Ta Luv ya. L xx Ahh yes, it's the high life for me. Day one
Thank fuck I'm on holiday for the rest of the week. Two 12 hour days and I'm done in. So it was great to come home tonight and find a parcel of goodies waiting for me, specifically some yummy fudge (VERY yummy) and some salt water taffy! Now, I'll happily admit that my only experience
How big are your feet? Are they bigger now than they were a couple of years ago? Mine seem to be having just bought a pair of size 11 trainers at the weekend. I'm normally a size 10. Odd. Passion fruit, nice but ultimately kind of annoying. Tasty, but the seeds get in the way.
Up and out this morning, a little stiff after my run last night, but feeling good. A few random purchases later - all sale items, including a long sleeved running top for £15 (Ron Hill no less), and a new pair of trainers (to replace the pair I bought some six years ago) - we
Those words, writ large on an A4 notepad, have been shown to me three times this afternoon. Now, I realise that we are reaching that point in the project where tempers get a little 'stretched' and that, at such times, we tend to resort to some fairly black humour, but surely that is going a
Ohh the wonder, the unbridled joy that is filling in a mortgage application. For starters I'm having to fill in a paper form, PAPER AND PEN, and with it being a joint mortgage I'm having to fill in everything twice. Sort of... You see the real bug bear with these things, is the lack of
Blimey, ever get one of those weeks when, all of a sudden, EVERYTHING starts to happen? Now so of the following I knew was coming up, but the majority of it has kinda snuck up on me. At work we are counting to down to a minor release, hoping to get everything done for the
I WAS going to write about the article on Jacqueline Gold and discuss whether her Ann Summers shops were adding to the objectification of women, or whether they were helping women become more confident, empowered and... something else that fits the feminist checklist. I WAS going to write about whether being normal was a good
Not a bad day for a wee pootle up the Loch...
What a wonderful weekend. Nothing much on Saturday, we pottered about the house for most of the day before heading down to visit our new god-puppies. I've not seen them for a week or so but they are growing up fast. They were very excited — I've got the scratch marks to prove it —
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find me a good forecast for this coming Sunday. I am only able to find ones that suggest it will be cloudy, or that it will be raining. This is not acceptable. Why, I hear you ask? For, this very Sunday, we will be living
Out for a jog again last night, and the difference in pace within the group is starting to tell. A few of us ended up quite far out in front and ended up turning back... only to end up way out in front again. My new shoes are definitely making a difference though, not a
Matt over at Life Without Toast was moaning about Outlook 2003, in particular about the Favorite Folders area. As I use Outlook 2003 at work, and in particular couldn't live without my favorite folders so I offered to write a post about how I've tamed them for my usage. This is that post. Warning: this
Parents look away now. (bet they don't) Meg admits to 'learning about alcohol' when she was in her teens, and I thought it about time that I come clean as well. My first illicit experience with alcohol — other than a shandy or two with my parents agreement — was at the tender age of
Where to start? How about Friday evening? In fact, how about Friday afternoon. As I had a half-day I took the opportunity to head to Achilles Heel, a running shop on Great Western Road, where Steven fitted me for my first pair of proper running shoes. If you are shopping for anything that can be