Sunshine on my feet

Yellow shoes make everything better. Fact.


Particularly Mondays.

Particularly Mondays back at work after a weekend so good it made my face ache from all the smiling.

In other news, I've decided to stop hiding and I've put a link to my weight loss blog over there in that there sidebar. Read it, don't read it, it's your call. I just thought now was as good a time for honesty as any. And I don't feel the need to hide parts of me any longer.


I guess I'm not ashamed anymore.

In the land of Robin Hood

This weekend I am mostly having the time of my little life in Nottingham.

Thus far:

Gin, beer and cottage pie last night. Followed by New Moon (I've finally jumped on the bandwagon and I LOVE it) and chats 'til 3am.

A lie in this morning (!!!). Bliss. Although it was only until 10am which is poor by some standards but pretty damn late for me! Then iced latte and a fruit salad in the sun for breakfast, wine in the sun to accompany lunch (not Slimming World friendly, oops) and the afternoon was rounded off by watching a man getting chucked out of Tesco and manhandled to the ground by three security guards for stealing some matches. Only in Nottingham.

Tonight I will be wearing sequins aplenty, consuming gin aplenty and dancing with gays aplenty.

Pretty much the perfect evening then.



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So here's to you...

 
Ah blog, I have been a neglectful witch haven't I?


Sometimes though, I guess real life gets in the way.

And by real life I mean laughing, drinking, 19 year old boys (well, boy actually), weekends away, work, more work and yet more work. Oh and disappointment. And then happiness. And then a bit more disappointment.

In the past week I've experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. I think I'd forgotten what it feels like to be sad. I guess a reminder every so often isn't such a bad thing, to put things into persepective and make me see that life is actually pretty fantastic most of the time.

I have a new plan to drag me out of this mini slump I've been experiencing. Sleep. Sleep will solve all the world's ills. I don't remember what a lie in feels like. I can't remember the last time I had an evening in. I think it was the beginning of last week but I can't be sure. I need to slow things down, take some time for myself and just sit.


I miss sitting.

Time goes by, so slowly?

 Props to you if you get the picture reference

Can someone please explain to me HOW it is March ALREADY?


Where is this year going? Have I just been living in a volunteering/running/weighing/friends-ing bubble or is this year flying by for anyone else?

And that concludes the questions part of the agenda.

My first week in my new job is drawing to a close. It's gone really rather well. I haven't had to shout at anyone. I haven't had to be a giant bitch and put my boss hat on. I haven't had to bribe anyone with piglets or cakes (I can, however, be bribed with both, just fyi). It's just been... nice. Which is a strange thing to say about work, I know. But I genuinely enjoy my job. The work can be terribly dull but the people never are.

This weekend will mostly consist of a weekend away in an old boarding school with a bit of roleplay thrown in for good measure. Sadly it's not going to be quite as kinky as it sounds. Nope, I'm off for a selection weekend for the Festival Branch of the charity that I volunteer for. I predict the weekend will contain the following: rubbish food, not much sleep, midnight feasts, sneaky boozing.

I HEART SNEAKY BOOZING.

(Although it's gin and slimline tonic all the way for me, and I have to count how many I have. Damn you Slimming World)

Swan song

Last night I went to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake.

To say it was amazing would be to do it a disservice. I laughed, I cried (predictable, I cry at everything), I wanted to be a ballet dancer (alas, not with these thighs), I pretty much fell in love with the Lead Swan. Any man who can dance in tight leather trousers is absolutely fine by me.

However, I have one question....


Where the hell can I get a pair of these furry trousers?