After seeing a nice nurse in a mobile unit at the Flower show on Sunday, she took my blood pressure ( I gave her permission)and then she gave me that 'look', so me, 'is it high high?' (I am so medical), she insisted I saw my doctor asap and wrote down some numbers which meant nothing to me. I then did the intelligent thing and googled the numbers at home. Doctor was very nice, I saw him the next day, apparently alcohol and cigarettes are not good for you, so I promptly reduced my caffeine intake. I am being churlish, I actually am having to be responsible *rolls eyes* pah
I don't know, really haven't a clue
Distracting myself from this nonsense, I decided my bosom needed some support, after picking up a few brassiere's, my bosom seems to be back in the 90's, I have spent time looking at my chest in a variety of angles and am very pleased.
I decided to cut my hair, my eldest shrieking 'why don't you go the hairdresser?', the little miss-ette did a grand job on the back.
Cookie posing, she shuts her eyes and looks at you, deliberately to be extra cute, she is adorable
Whisky (Sunday name Whiskers), he is a grumpy old man and can be easily annoyed, but when I sit on the end of the decking, he joins me and checks in
Chocolate (on the right), she is the sweetest rabbit, she will visit often and enjoys being stroked, Shiner (Sunday name Moonshine) and her are best friends, shiner is less sociable, but she's cool
Her summer fur is all splodgy
I keep forgetting things, like where my clothes are from and stuff
But my dresses are all pretty much the same (Lindybop)
I did a clever thing and have sold almost all my old clothes from my old life
I don't have loads, but I will
I search vintage fairs, charity shops all over the place
in order to find the ones waiting for me
and I will
till next time my lovelies