I haven't showered or indeed cleaned my teeth, mmm fur coat anyone?
The FW has gone to the auction with one of our former workmen today. I swear if he comes back with boxes of shite I will jump in the fishpond.
We still have the big fruit boxes full of crap from his former forays into that world. Not only does he think he is Alan Sugar but he is channelling Delboy as well (without the lovable charm). So I am sneakily chucking out and making piles for the charity shops. It will be a long job and I may falter along the way but I am trying my very best.
I am sorting through my clothes etc and being quite brutal. All the lovely, unworn size 14 M&S undies are going to ebay, along with some skirts. I in the past have kept a fair bit of size 14 stuff, mostly classic, jeans, skirts, tshirts etc but I have to be realistic now, unless the thyroid kicks in again (it won't) I will be size 15 for ever. Note 14 too small, some 16s too big; couple that with big boobs, narrow shoulders, short arms and legs and pear shaped (used to be hourglass!), you get the picture.
Having a bit of a dip but I am forcing myself out of bed and off my arse every day.
Have just bought bra extenders on ebay (whilst researching selling my undies) so that I can wear the bras I have discovered in the unopened drawer of the dressing table. We'll see how that works out shall we?
I have several skirts that I will try to wear this spring, including denim and at the moment I am wearing some nice proper brown trousers that were hanging up for posh/semi posh wear. Well not any more, they will be shortened as I am no longer going to wear heels after the embarrassing falls I have had and they will be worn for day wear. I need to stop looking like a bag lady.
Time for tea now, do you take sugar? Biscuit?