Where do I begin? Well, I think the first celebration is a great place. Our dear friend Adam (Scruncher and Mr B's second dad!) celebrated his 40th birthday for days I believe and the finale was to come. It was a great night .. How the restaurant coped I will never know .
Being the only sober one there (as I don't drink) I get to catch all those great moments on film or stills. Mind you, I dread to think what I would be like with a drink …
I was looking forward to a few days off to get the house straight from decorating and new exciting pieces of furniture arriving. I was also looking forward to doing a few nice things with friends, like going to see Lulu perform live at Henley and taking private bikram lessons (totally hooked, more later).
I woke on the Monday only having to cancel all my plans for the next 10 days as my body felt like I had been run over by a truck. What on Earth was going on? Me, sick?! The last time I was unwell and visited the doctors was eight years ago. I thought it would pass but how wrong was I?!
The Doctors couldn't fit me in for two days (crazy, huh?!) by then I had deteriorated. An emergency doctor was called (don't really remember much) and prescribed me some antibiotics. The thought was "ahhh!" but I didn't care to be honest …I drank nine litres of water in two days, as my body was just screaming for it.
Outside by my bins it looked like an alcoholic lived here with all the bottles of water lined up…so, thinking the meds would kick in, I just rested. Me, rest. I was going crazy but it made me take a step back and just chill.
A week later no meds left and still unwell . Knowing my body like I do, I went back to the doctor's and knowing I hadn't been to the docs for eight years, me and the doctor knew it wasn't just a cold. I had a lower tract infection by my lungs and if not treated I would end up in hospital with pneumonia. So, another prescription came my way. They looked like bullets that would kill!
Thankfully yesterday I started to turn a corner. I went back to work – naughty girl, I know, but how could I take time off, huh? I'd just had a 10-day break, supposedly. So I apologise for the horrific cough you have all been listening to, but it's practically gone now and I am just starting to feel myself. It took me by total surprise!
I was disappointed that many of my plans were cancelled. I had to cancel Lulu at Henley but, to be honest, it was too much of a risk with the rain (did I say rain?) and it was an outside gig. I even had my wellies ready to go! Alison Young would have been proud.
Thought you might like to see this picture of Lulu and I (left). I was 18 years of age and we were performing together in a Royal Variety Performance at Drury Lane in Covent Garden. I managed to grab a pic before curtain up. "Where's my hair?" I hear you cry! I have a stocking cap on, ready for my show wig.
Then it was more celebrations with my girlfriend, Sarah's birthday. We had another great night (among the coughing and sweating). I couldn't let her down. We actually laughed so much that night I thought I was going to burst.
Then my bikram yoga classes. I was gutted, as I had been so looking forward to it. I had been recommended it years ago by a girlfriend but there were no classes near me. Then I discovered a new studio. You know me, always looking for a challenge and fascinated by how the body works and how we fuel it to survive the crazy lifestyles we all lead.
Studying for my nutrition and fitness qualification was one of the best things I have ever did. I think once you understand nutrition you are half way there and realise how dangerous all these crazy diets are. Not one of my clients diets. Getting them to understand the body and how it needs fueling for their lifestyle has been life-changing for them and their families, and boy do they have bodies to die for!
Bikram, to me, was appealing as I like the heat. It is practiced in 110 degrees and, at first, is a little daunting. There were people of all ages, shapes and sizes. I drank my litre of water prior and a little snack two hours before (two bikram rules, so as not to be sick and end up with a headache).
The class is 90 minutes so I braced myself. 90 minutes in 110 degrees. Fab, I was going to be warm at long last. Well, that's an understatement. I was so excited and the first class they tell you it doesn't matter if you don't do any of the 26 poses on which bikram is based, but just try and cope with the heat.
I took my place towards the outer edge of the studio and another rule is no talking. How on Earth was I going to cope?! No talking or laughing for 90 minutes! I entered the studio 10 minutes prior to the class to acclimatise. Wow, the intensity of the heat just hits you. Once you enter the class you are not allowed to leave, except in an emergency.
I stood behind a guy who really knew what he was doing. I took a deep breath, placed my mat and my very big bottle of water was close by my side. It was the most incredible experience. It was tough and some of the exercises I stuck to the beginner's level. I was so proud of myself. The 90 minutes flew by and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like everyone else could hear it beating. My tracksuit bottoms were so heavy with the sweat (nice!) and now I understood why most people wore next-to nothing. Skimpy shorts and even a swimsuit.
My body felt incredible afterwards. Like a rubber band. Not only did it help my neck after my horrific car accident in 2008 but my quirky back loved it too. I was two months premature and my scoliosis can give me issues on occasion. But keeping as fit as I do, my body is very strong. I am 47 next week and feel incredible. I just don't want to get to 65 and feel creaky. I want my body to have the best chance in life it can possibly have. We are only given one and it's our life-line to being and looking the best we can. So, will I return to bikram? You bet I will. It works great with my running and Pilates.
Then it was time for more celebrations for my girlfriend Jo's (left) 50th. Now that felt scary. She is beautiful and looks incredible for her age. Another great night and a chance to catch up with some old friends we hadn't seen for a while.
Being sick also gave me extra special time with them. They make me smile every day. English bulldogs have so much character.
They are so different. Scruncher is now six and I call him "angel boy". He is the perfect dog in every way. A beautiful, beautiful nature and he just breaks my heart every day.
He thinks he is superdog and can do anything. A little scary at times but underneath all the confidence he is a vulnerable, nervous and beautiful boy who actually brings tears to my eyes many days.
Mr B is besotted with Scruncher (left) and I think he would like to be joined to Scruncher's hip.
Scruncher (left) will get a little tetchy if he gets disturbed whilst sleeping, and boy can Scruncher sleep. He can pack in hour after hour. Mr B always has one eye open in case he misses anything. You daren't cuddle Scruncher first as Mr B will butt right in and pose with his back leg stretched out as if to say, "where's my cuddle?" Sooo cheeky!
I hope you enjoy the recent pics I have taken of them. They hate the rain and adore the sun (I wonder where they get that from?) so trying to get them to go out for a wee-wee when it's pouring is impossible.
They have bladders of steel, I am sure. They go out and immediately turn around thinking I can't see them. They love their sofa cuddles, and so do I (with the dogie throw on first, of course – I am crazy about mess…)
It's weird when they stay over at Daddy Day Care (the farm) as I miss the snoring in a weird way. As many of you bulldog-lovers know, they love to snore! It's kinda comforting knowing they are downstairs, in a strange kinda way. Mr B (left) loves his food, swims in the lake and lives for his walks.
Finally, I celebrate my 47th birthday next Wednesday and I am looking forward to it. A day of surprises, so Larry tells me, and I hope a theatre trip is included. Fancy Singing in the Rain (literally, huh). Well 47 it is and I feel a million dollars in every way. Hey hey hey!
Have a great week and stay happy and healthy…