Fish out of water

Mr Chatterbox has decided to take Little Miss Mischief swimming for the first time. She turned four in October but has never been due to my eczema. Chlorine on my skin is like pouring acid on it. It's a cheap chemical peel if nothing else!

Mr Chatterbox was left in charge of swimming paraphernalia. This means Little Miss Mischief has a float the shape of a shark strapped to her back. Some craze he informed me. From what I can see, it was a very short lived one.

New Year Diet

This is my plan for losing weight this year:

http://www.juicemaster.com/worlds-biggest-juice-detox

Christmas is over....

So that's that. It's over. The build up lasted months (well from the January sales onwards for me!) and then over in 3 days.

I've had a lovely time seeing the once a year relatives. The usual arguements and stresses etc. Christmas wouldn't be the same without them. Naturally there was the last minute panic buy. The last minute rush to the supermarket after saying for 3 days prior that I would never do that.

All around the world on Christmas Eve there was men running around town with panicked looks on their faces, while at home the women had smug looks saying "THAT is why I start so early".

So, for someone who loves Christmas so much, why do I want to take the decorations down already??

Answers on a postcard.

That awkward moment...

That awkward moment when you come out of a shop and assume your daughter is to the left behind you. You thrust your hand out and go to grab hers....only to turn and find your daughter is on your right and some poor startled guy was in fact on your left!

Cringe!

Lost in the city

Oh my God I am stressed!

I walked out of the hospital with directions to the bus stop. Off I set in a strange city in the dark. Could I find it? I had more chance of finding a working chocolate fireguard!

I found some safe looking students. They said they were going that way so I went with them. Before I know it we were in an alleyway! The girls then said their goodbyes and left me with one lsd who then turned and said "Got to run, I'll miss my bus!".

So there I was, in a dark deserted side street, well and truly lost.

The frustrating thing is that I have an app on my phone that gives directions to bus stops. I was too scared to get it out for risk of lighting up like a Christmas tree. I may as well have stuck a neon sign on my head saying "mug me".

I couldn't even find a taxi.

In the end I found a shop with a very nice guy whi gave me directions to the bus station.

Anyway, I'm now on the bus heading home. Phew.

Obese??

It appears they called me just so they could batter my self esteem and insult me behind a cloak of a nurses uniform.

At 11st 4lb (11st according to my wii fit which I'm sure is more accurate)  I am "1 pound off of being obese Mrs Chatterbox"

Now, don't get me wrong, I know I'm overweight but I didn't think I was that bad!

Sigh. Back to waiting again.

Waiting game

I need somewhere to rant and rave so figured a new blog was in order
I'm sat in a hospital waiting room again...waiting.

"He's running on time Mrs Chatterbox". That was 40 minutes ago. Why say it? Why not just say he's late so I know what I'm doing. At least in A and E they have a digital board repeatedly saying you have a 6 hour wait or whatever.

Ooh I've been called!