As I sit here writing to you, the sun is streaming through my bedroom window, highlighting the cobwebs on my pendant light and giving my lovely cat, Dodge, a chance to catch a few rays… isn't he handsome?! (below right). I've even found the first flower of spring in my garden too… think it's an iris! (left)
I've got up a tad earlier this morning in the vain hope that I might get more done before I leave for work, so that on my journey in I'm less stressed about all I've left undone! I still have my Velcro rollers in but have decided against leaving them in while I drive after what happened yesterday… but I'll tell you about that in a moment.
You see, it's all to do with how well we deal with stress isn't it? I'd love any suggestions on how you all cope with it. Some lovely lady on breakfast television yesterday was talking about a book she's written, which is a guide to help working Mums juggle their responsibilities and therefore be more productive with their day… quite frankly I'd like to know where she finds the time to write a book, but that aside…
I didn't fully realise I was stressed until a recent visit to my dentist unveiled the fact that I've been grinding my teeth so badly at night that I now need to wear a gum guard!
No idea what this is? Neither did I. Think Phil Vickery, England Rugby, and the not-so-toothy grin… yes I now have to wear something similar to bed each night. My partner's only comment was, "I don't mind, just don't speak with it in." Draw from that what you will!
Anyway, long story short, I managed to crack the bloomin' gum guard while rinsing it, and so have had to go back to the dentist to have it remodelled. It's still not fitting quite correctly as I found out at 3am yesterday when I woke up with it virtually in my throat! I'm back to the dentist next week.
All that said, of course the perfect antidote to stress and general malaise is a good laugh, and I've had quite a few of those over the last few days. Reading Pipa's blog about her fight with the ticket barrier was a hoot, and then Kathy and I had a chance to catch up yesterday afternoon and were in stitches about something very silly…
… but the last laugh was on me yesterday morning when I drove into work with my very large Velcro rollers in – I'm not the only one to do it you know! Our lovely Christmas guest, Gill Gauntlett, does it too. However, needing petrol, I pulled onto the forecourt and removed the rollers before filling the tank.
Queuing to pay, I noticed I was getting a few strange looks, so having been brought up properly I just smiled back at said folk and handed over my credit card. The cashier, however, kindly suggested that I remove the rather large roller that was perched on my shoulder like a cylindrical parrot, as it didn't go with my outfit… very embarrassing…
… but NOT as embarrassing as my Manicurist's three-year old – who being obsessed with the film 'Mama Mia' has learned great chunks of dialogue. While walking around the local supermarket with her Mum, she said very loudly, "Mum, I don't care if you've slept with 100 men!" Meryl Streep was far less affected by the accusation I can tell you!
Hope you have a good weekend.
Love Ali x