Day after Sunday

Heaven on a Monday is my lovely hubblie bubblie cooking a pie with left over chicken roast dinner, all by himself, with puff pastry!! How thoughtful, I wonder what he will do next he never stops surprising me. I wonder if it will be a Dior handbag next? Now that is a way way past your heart and I would be sooopp grateful.

Guess I shouldn't be so materialistic but what's a girl to do with all those lovely bags in the shop homeless, and I like to do my bit for the homeless! Bags have feelings!!

Have a great week, I am xx

Lovely lazy Sundays

Oh how I love Sundays!

Today has been fun, after a fab night with good friends, too much wine, chat and good fun, woke late with a bit of a hangover, then a cooked breakfast, what a treat. I collected my new company car, it's not brand new unfortunately but a bigger, better replacement of a hot magenta fiesta which hurt my bum when driving any distance. So now I have a one year old, silver VW Passat, it's ok a little boring, but hopefully won't hurt my bum.

Then a family Sunday dinner, laughter, noise and lots and lots of chat, not to mention a lovely dinner. You can't beat a family dinner, all sitting round the kitchen table catching up on snippets of everyones life. I hope things like this continue for many years, oh the contentment of family life, punctuated by trials, dramas and celebrations.

Now the beginning of a new week, to live and be loved xx

Sweet sweet weekends

Oh I love weekends, it's what rounds off a boring week. This weekend is packed full of good good friends, good food, wine, fun and spending all my time with my lovely hubbie. It's not that I'm in the heady early youth of my marriage, coz I'm proud of the fact that we are now even way past the maturing of a good wine, in fact a double murder sentence would have even passed, 29 years. My god that makes me sound sooooooo old. Buy hey I must admit I never thought it would be this good. Sometimes I think it's got to all go wrong, and yes some days it feels a bit yucky but in the main it's fab. Do you think we will see another 29, that would make me 82 heeee heeee, and probably looking lie Bettie Davies in who loves baby Jane. Now I'm showing my age.

Anyway back to the weekend, packing as much as I can into every hour, except when I'm having a lye in, oh I love my bed in the mornings, see still a teenager, can't get up.

Max it to the limit and loving it all the way.

Xxxxx

Only Wednesday

The beauty of a blog is that you can write what ever you like, in fact I never know what I'm going to write until I actually start, but my gorgeous hubbie complains that my poor spelling is terrible. But how do I know how to spell words when I'm not sure what words I want to use. But it's so liberating firing off words into the great www knowing that know one is actually going to read my dribble, but it's very therapeutic writing what ever you like and sending it off into the world. But hey I love my hubbie to bits, so guess he has my best interest at heart.

Anyway it's wednesday, mid week thank goodness. After another dull day in the office, I feel my life force is being sucked out of me, in the silence of a lonely open planned office. The only exciting thing that happened was my mobile phone sung out it's ring tune Me and Mrs Jones very loudly, I got a few disapproving looks by the grey bods that occupy desks on my floor. Oh well, at least someone wanted to talk to me.

Live it, love it, always xx

Tuesday

Another fun day in the not so fun factory. Why is it when I start the day by not getting a seat on the train, forced to stand between to men standing in the way of any hand rails I'm forced to try and balance all the way by using my core muscles (Which are still sadly in need of work) despite my attempts to get to the gym. But the day ended with my good intentions going to waste as I attempted to get to the gym but, couldn't park, so a bowl of soup and the dog instead on the sofa. Even the dog is trying to kick me off the sofa, with her dreaming fits of running, mind it's the only running she does these days.

But my biggest joy, an evening on my own with the remote control, heaven.

Oh I hope tomorrow is a lot more fun.

Xx

Another Monday

There is nothing more awful than ending a weekend with yet another grey, cold Monday, commuting to the city of London, and not having time to grab a coffee at the station, before being crammed into a train carriage with other miserable commuters. And, then to spend a day in silence in a depressing office, with the constant whirling of air conditioning, making me even colder. Is this how I'm going to celebrate the last 5 months of my life in my 40's before I hit the big 50!

No...... I'm going to pack so much into the next 5 months and blog my way as I hurtle to 50, and it's going to make me spin.

With a bucket list of 50 new things to achieve this year, my blog will document every little hurdle, event and frantic fun filled days and nights. Do I care if anyone will read it no! But hey this is for me and about me.

Enjoy if you dare, the dribble of a wild women, hurtling towards 50.

Love it xx