Sunday, December 27, 2009


The preparation takes months and then ......whoosh......Christmas is gone.

I have no room left for food in this flabby old body of mine, and depressed myself today because I was (against my will and better judgement) with my daughter in (whisper it low...it is embarrassing) topshop and was encouraged to try on a top....and yes I also think that it was silly for me to even be in topshop and even more ridiculous to think that something in there could fit me......and I had forgotten the evil mirrors and harsh lighting and noise and heat and found myself thinking 'they do skimp on the material for these sleeves...this top is a bit tight'...and then realised that of course I am just fat and old. Anyway...my beautiful daughter came away from town with some goodies and I resolved to become thin and fit this coming year...YEAH RIGHT!!!

I'm also going to find a cure for cancer and establish world peace......


2 comments:

auntiegwen said...

I set off the middle aged mummy alarms in Topshop too.

ps I covet with covety covetousness your house

libby said...

Oh Auntiegwen I wish it were my house...the draughty old fireplace house is mine and the long light kitchen table house is my sisters where we spent Christmas.....

Sometimes this is just the right thing to hear......

Gavin Bryars...Jesus' blood never failed me yet.........look it up on youtube. I love Tom Waits and the one time I saw him live in Lon...