I’m on the bus. Where else would I be as I usually blog on my bus ride.
It’s chilly. Probably only for half an hour. I live in hope of cooler weather these days.
I’m apparently peri menopausal, hence this years hot sweats. However medication is also making me sweat like I am going in a sauna all the time wearing a rubber suit. (hence my excitement at having cooler weather.)
Seriously why do we women have to go through this menopause thing?
I’m grumpy anyhow, I don’t need menopause ha ha.
Let me recreate the world. I’d get rid of menopause and periods!!!
My retail therapy this week has been upgrading my phone contract package to an iphone 7.
I’ve always bought my phone outright and only paid for a sim only contract but having had a think about it, decided to just have a refresh contract. Also it’s a work perk that I can get 25% off being an employee. Had to be done!!!
Suffice to say it took me over two hours last night to sort the new phone out, transfer data, reset all my passwords as well I keep forgetting them! Finally I managed to get to bed at 1am.
So my plans of popping out today shopping are on the back seat because frankly I’m too tired. Pyjama day it is. SL shopping it is!
Now check this dress!
Available in a range of colours…seriously knock yourself out shopping!
I actually don’t drink. It’s a rare moment that I do.
When I was younger that was a different story. I was that girl on a Friday and Saturday night, glass in hand.
I know back then it was a confidence thing more than any other reason. To be honest alcohol tastes bloody awful compared to a nice juice . These days I don’t feel the need to mask that confidence thing as I’m older, wiser and don’t really care so much what people think.
Apart from when my hair is out of place, well that’s a burning issue till I correct it.
Well, it was a song I woke up to in my head. Not sure that’s the correct title but I am not ready for Sunday.
I have lots of boring housework to do and all I really want to do is reside on my sofa and watch b grade films all day.
Back in the fifties, I remember my mum telling me how her mother would always be doing the housework and making meals ready for when her husband came home. She didn’t really have her own interests, only those of her husband,my grandfather. My mum sadly went on to mirror that lifestyle but always told me “Liz, be your own woman. There is more to you than the other person”. So now I follow my own interests, work and juggle housework. Hmmmmm not sure I planned that correctly lol. Less of the housework!
Hence my inspiration for this blog video. Bit of fun.