Saturday, 16 April 2011
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
I am very perplexed that after thirty three hours of running, yoga-ing, aerobic-ing on the Wii , my waistline after losing four inches, (what a shocker) remains resolutely at imminent heart attack measurement. This is not fair. Half a kilo lighter...also not fair.
Dentist on Thursday, level 1. fear level in progress. Dentist also means a visit to the telephone shop to be bewildered by the purchase of a mobile. It is time to connect with planet earth. The only problem being....that when I want a gadget, I want the one that does everything or I would rather go without. It will be an exercise of major restraint.
Monday, 11 April 2011
The Outsiders rent overpriced venues from which they operate as estate agents, buckets, spades and general beach stuff, nail designers, handbag sellers, sunglasses, oils and potions, tattoo artists, bar singers that really shouldn't sing, new eastern ladies threatening the white booted ladies that live here all year, small gifted Romanian children who can physically squeeze themselves through barred and bolted windows. It's like some sort of giant theatre.
The locals are muttering..."Hoooozaaat...where from....what street live on....who is renting to them...is he actually selling meat....where he get house to sell?"
Oh, and the invisible wife has reeled in an Englishman with a silver sports car. Should someone warn him?