Yesterday started out all bright and shiny and full of hope.
Weighed myself "gasp", wrote it down and commenced Plan Z.
Turned up at gym late because The Husband had once again left his computer powerpack eons away at work and heaven forbid that his computer battery would die and he wouldnt be able to do his usual overload of work. I had to try and find a powerpack to buy or borrow which would fit his computer "thanks IBM for changing your powerpack jacks from normal to obscure - morons".
Missed breakfast with girls as they were all hurrying off to do important things like go to weddings and have meetings with accountants (which reminds me I must do somethiing about our tax).
Gym girl wouldnt give me my pilates pass because I was 5 minutes too early (good grief) so sat and had a calming cup of green tea and waited.
Got pass. Went into pilates class - Deb didnt turn up - sick apparently. This lovely old lady who talked like her teeth were missing did however but couldnt teach pilates so we were going to do yoga. Now I love yoga, I do it everyday and go to classes on Wednesdays but, dammit, I wanted to do pilates but my father brought me up the right way so I just smiled and got on with it and hated every single second of it. What a waste of an hour when I could have been secret shopping instead.
Went to the postoffice 30 minutes before it closed and the queue went out the door. I went to stand in the line and somehow managed to queue jump in front of a policeman. This little plaintiff voice said behind me "but I was in the queue". Stupid cute policeman, as I walked up he stepped back and I thought he was just getting out of my way. We swopped spots and 1o minutes later he gave up and told me I could have his spot afterall. When I eventually left there he was at the back of the queue again. Maybe I scared him or reminded him of his mother.
After shopping came home, had lunch, a nice healthy prawn salad and then laid down for a rest. I have to stop doing this as I am back at work on Monday and I dont think the boss will be impressed finding me having a nanna nap after lunch.
House didnt get cleaned but as I have said before I dont think anybody has ever died of dust and it looks tidy although my sister visited the other day and said that it didnt look like my decluttering was working. Sometimes sisters can be too honest. (Warning: dont try being honest with them)
The phone rang next to napping husband (hard day at the golf course) and we missed the call. So did last caller thing and it was a friend of his so I called the number and put the phone against his ear - a sure way to wake him up. Did we want to go to their place for dinner? There goes my well laid plans *sigh*.
Dinner was lovely, I only had olives pre dinner and white wine of course even though the large cheese platter was calling to me (funny how cheese knows my name). More wine with dinner and water and more wine and of course dessert and coffee. The wife who luckily happens to be a good friend of mine too drank copious quantities of red wine and I had a lovely time ragging her about her spoonerisms. It is usually me that starts speaking a strange archaic dialect. All in all I drank a bottle of white wine all by myself (do I sound proud - children dont try this at home) which I probably shouldnt have but it was fun and I didnt feel at all sick when i went to bed (translation - bed did not start spinning madly out of control).
The Daughter left today on road trip with boyfriend for two weeks to South Australia with instructions to play nice and bring him back. I think he is being really brave - she is a feisty firey redhead who likes her own way - you'd all love her after you got over the initial thing of wanting to strangle her.
Am now off into the garden and am going to ignore the calls of the bathroom to clean it. It is too nice a day to be inside anymore. See ya!