After doing the doc/shop/chemist run I took myself OUT of the task related arena and sped along to the charity shop, where a Glenda Jackson lookey-likey manned the till.
Wasn't in there long.
But long enough m'dears to find'n buy
1 squashy cream coloured cushion with apple green foliage detail. Perfect for resting my head as I sunbathe on the new bench. Will seat two though. Mustn't hog it. 50p
1 pair of unused Pretty Polly Hold-Ups in Black. 50p. Packet creased, contents flat as a pancake. Can't wait to wear.
1 pair of beige evening gloves. Long with ruffles. Decadence for 50p.
1 pair of Calvin Klein Boxer Shorts. For me to wear when feeling sporty. Could prove interesting given time and opportunity. 50p.
1 small box of Lavender Bath Salts. 20p.
And as Glenda Jackson packed the gloves into the pants she secreted away an info leaflet about Hawkwell Baptist Church.
"£2:20 for your bag of bits" said smiling Christian Glenda
"Many thanks" said bad bitch I leaving the shop feeling well satisfied.
Cooking today:
Odds and ends.
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Friday, 4 May 2012
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Not A Post About Timid Men Daring To Wear England Shorts
A post about perspiration.
Since embarking on daily workouts I've become a lot more frisky.
Must be endorphine overload. If that's the case, and I sincerely hope it is, then I can see myself, in the not too distant future jogging to adult parties.
Anyway after penning this I shall scrunch and jump my way out of my football induced daze/rage/upset and hopefully see a vast improvement in my general demeanour, which as I speak is not a pretty sight.
Body management is, I'm beginning to think, the key, in fact the only key, which helps bring about a shimmering glow to the facial complexion of ladies like me.
Moisturiser, whether at the top end of the market, i.e. Olay or at the au naturelle end of the market, i.e. whipped egg white, doesn't do it any more. Youth giving sparkle emanates from chemicals within my own brain...
And that is why I'm persisting in pounding the grass and polishing the lino with breathtaking calisthenics.
Carpet acrobatics however, are a different story.
Now I burn.....................:)
Since embarking on daily workouts I've become a lot more frisky.
Must be endorphine overload. If that's the case, and I sincerely hope it is, then I can see myself, in the not too distant future jogging to adult parties.
Anyway after penning this I shall scrunch and jump my way out of my football induced daze/rage/upset and hopefully see a vast improvement in my general demeanour, which as I speak is not a pretty sight.
Body management is, I'm beginning to think, the key, in fact the only key, which helps bring about a shimmering glow to the facial complexion of ladies like me.
Moisturiser, whether at the top end of the market, i.e. Olay or at the au naturelle end of the market, i.e. whipped egg white, doesn't do it any more. Youth giving sparkle emanates from chemicals within my own brain...
And that is why I'm persisting in pounding the grass and polishing the lino with breathtaking calisthenics.
Carpet acrobatics however, are a different story.
Now I burn.....................:)
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