Happy Thursday!
This past weekend saw my birthday, tea with friends, the usual training, running, of course the zoo and the beach. Yes, beach season has begun and that makes me one happy girl! 
Last Friday I celebrated my birthday with my usual birthday wish, sunny skies, the beach and all day in shorts. The morning started (more…)
Happy Birthday Mr AJ!
Starting with the most important thing first. Last Monday Mr AJ celebrated his 15th birthday! I’ll keep saying it for forever. I can’t believe he once fitted in the palm of my hands and ruled the street. Well, I like to think he ruled the street. I once saw him late one night in London chasing a fox through the terraced gardens in the snow. The fox went under the fence, he went over the fence. Maybe they were playing. There was a family of foxes at the end of the garden living under a clapped out garden shed and he used to regularly spend nights out. I’d call him in in the morning and he come running down the garden from the shed to walk in like nothing had happened.
One night he came back with blood on his chest (not his), another (more…)
I have a confession. When I first saw the Brush Egg in Sephora about a year ago, I hadn’t clue what it was. I came across it by the checkout outs (Sephora and their mini products by the checkouts. Always they nearly always get me!) and all in came in was a cellophane wrapper with a bar code. No description. Nada, but something said you’ll use it, so get it. 
Thinking it was a manual exfoliator I put in the queue with the other manual facial exfoliator/make cleansing better (more…)
This past week’s been crazy. Ikea trips, rearranging furniture, running all day errands, collecting race t-shirts, trying to keep my cool in the post office with a lady who had to keep repeating things and didn’t like it when I asked her to reweigh the parcel after I had to take a few things out that couldn’t be sent (creams, make up as per the law from Oct last year. I mentioned a poster would be nice, to which she dug out the leaflet saying you can’t fit all this on a poster). I should have just kept quiet and if the parcel got returned, it got returned. 
Apparently 2kg is 2kg regardless of what’s just been taken out. (more…)
