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So, what a weekend!

This is a flattering photo of neither of us, but I fancy I look a tad better

James’ friend, Devan, came over Friday night, which was also James’ birthday, and we went up to Linda’s (J’s mum) house for steak (awesome!) and James was basically a total ass the WHOLE time.. I don’t know if he was acting up because his friend was there (he’s not a toddler, I swear), or was just excited for snowboarding the next day, but either way, I was absolutely dreading the rest of the night. When we got home, the boys had gone and bought 3 bottles each of this super strong cider, and James hadn’t packed anything. He whined loads, but eventually we all settled down on the sofa (it’s a big sofa….)

 

and ended up having a really freaking fun evening! See, Devan does photography stuff, and product design at Uni, so he has awesome gadgets (I have a desperate need for an iPad Pro…) and so we got on really well having geeky chats about photography. The boys got more and more drunk, and as I wasn’t drinking, I laughed my head off. Plus, hilarious snapchats. Overall, it was really not as bad as I thought it might have been, and now I’ve learned that I should be a bit less uptight over stuff like that and relax first.

 

We were in bed by half midnight, and they were up at 4:30…out the door by 4:50! Off to France for a week of snowboarding, alcohol, and pizza (and apparently Danish girls doing the splits…. o.O)

He really is such a dick…

I, on the other hand, had something to attend to. I had to meet my dad’s girlfriend. Long story short, my dad had a midlife crisis, cheated on my mum with a 28yr old (I was 22 at the time, I think) and contrary to what everyone said would happen, is still with her. My parents’ divorce was finalised over Christmas, and by happy accident, my dad’s gf (her name is Helen, which is unhelpfully also the name of my aunt (my dad’s sister, who he lives with)) was here this weekend. And I somehow ended up agreeing to meet her.

 

I thought this might be a bad idea for a few reasons, not least being that if James wasn’t here then I couldn’t depend on his particular brand of humour to cheer me up, and also that he couldn’t be there too to drive me home when I got myself drunk in order to cope. This therefore meant that I a) couldn’t drink, and b) had to make sure that I was mentally capable of coping on my own. So, I made preparations.

 

See above. This is my plan. I don’t know about everyone else, but I feel infinitely better when I have my “warpaint” on. Rightly or wrongly, I feel better in makeup, and when my hair is done, and I have my nails sorted. I feel prepared, and I feel like me. If I haven’t got my nails painted, I feel weird. It has been (as you can see) some time since I did my roots, but I wanted to have my lilac hair back, so I did that in the morning on Saturday. It had been a weird bluey-yellow-grey which was…well, weird.

 

I painted my nails (well, I painted a false set and stuck them on), and I made sure I did my makeup with an old Lancome palette that I know always goes on well. I used my new MAC foundation that seems to go on amazingly, match perfectly, and stay put (I have yet to try it under testing conditions, but for now I’m in love), and made sure my eyelashes were ready to kill. I wore my new Jo Malone perfume that fills me with happiness and calm everytime I breathe it in, and my H&M jumper that I was so happy to be able to wear in a size S. In short, I put on my armour, pulled up my big girl panties, swore under my breath that I was an adult and that this would need to happen eventually, and drove to dinner.

Long story short, she’s exactly what I expected, and I’m still creeped out by her age (more specifically, the age difference between me and her, and the fact she should be my SISTER not my potential step mother), but I feel I managed perfectly reasonable conversation, I chatted and smiled, and tried not to pretend that she wasn’t there. I painted my aunt’s nails, grumbled that James was on holiday and I wasn’t, and then left at about 22:30 because that’s a reasonable time to be in bed.

 

When I got home (had to totally defrost the inside and outside of the car, and had to pop into Tesco for loo roll) I made my bed (after discovering that the white, 100% Egyptian cotton fitted bedsheet delivered from Amazon was in fact a white, polycotton double duvet set, and subsequently contacting them to have them sort this out), lit the candle, removed all makeup, got into clean (Harry Potter) pyjamas, and laid there ignoring everything and just focusing on my breathing.

 

I managed a whole 8 hours of sleep, and then transferred myself to the sofa for a duvet day of wrestling with Photoshop (it won the battle, but I will not let it win the war), and then watching film after film, and ordering Dominos because I wanted it.

 

Weekend rating overall: 5/10, do not recommend. Also, I do NOT like sleeping on my own. James needs to get his butt back home.

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Dreary, dreadful, dull…..

Tuesdays are the absolute worst days of the week.


(This is the view from my window at work and it’s just too grey)

I have been completely unable to shake this awful cold that suddenly jumped on me last week, and it’s been playing havoc with my sleeping… Even James, who can sleep through nigh-on anything, woke up with me tossing and turning.

So, I get to work and I’m already dreading it because yesterday was horrific, and then I realised that my glasses (which have been in service for a good 6 years!) really are dead, and really do need to be replaced (James has sat/stood on them at least 4 times – before that, they were doing quite well…) and was moody about that until I remembered an advert for somewhere that will send you the frames to try on at home for free, and all their prices include the lenses! (Glasses Direct for anyone who needs glasses)

I now have 4 pairs of glasses winging their way towards me (I also emailed them and asked if they could swap two pairs for two different pairs because James thinks I’d suit Wayfarers, and who am I to ignore him when he so rarely mentions anything about what I’m wearing. Plus, he was 100000% right about me bleaching my hair lilac/grey, so I’m going to carry on paying attention to him tbh) which will hopefully arrive soon and then I’ll send them back (again, free!) and hopefully order a pair or two! All the frames I chose came as buy one, get one free, so I’ll finally have a spare pair again which is perfect, because I suffer from severe glasses-loss anxiety (normal anxiety too, but we’ll get to that another time) everytime I take them off and they aren’t right next to me.


(Hair befores and afters. My hair can be anything from a lilac grey, to a blue-grey, to that Malfoy blonde in the bottom corner. It depends what I wash it with!)

After my successful foray into free glasses frames, I decided I wanted something nice for lunch. I’d just like to point out that I’m technically doing Slimming World, but it’s December, which means Christmas, which means delicious food, which means it’s more fire-fighting than actual on-plan eating.

Anyhow, I called a friend who works in the same office as me, and asked if she wouldn’t quite like to join me at Five Guys for lunch today! Fortunately, she has no plans, and she’s super lovely, so I’m now counting the minutes (12) until we can go to lunch and stuff our faces with expensive, but apparently delicious, burgers! And fries…and milkshakes.

Honestly, I’ve lost a stone on Slimming World, so if I put it back on over Christmas? Well, it will have been a deliciously brilliant use of my time.