And finally acceptance

I feel like every year I am complaining and fighting against the weather in London, the summers disappoint me and I get proper angry, not just angry for comic effect for this blog I mean like really angry. Every time I wear Jeans in the summer I was pissed off.

But last week I had a revelation I was watching the weather forecast and the weather lady (is this sexist to say weather lady, should I say weather woman? That sounds like a comic book character I'll stick with weather lady) anyway she said 'it will be about 19 degrees which is the expected average for June' and it hit me, the weather in England is shit in the summer. It's made that way, it's not going anything wrong or misbehaving its just being itself. It's like asking a bear not to shit in the woods, it goes against nature to expect the English summer to be hot and pleasant.

So finally I have reached a level of acceptance with the weather, any sunny days are a bonus any crappy days are expected. No more complaining about the awful weather just a new level of peace.

Also watched the football last night in the pub. Felt like old times (ore-mackay) it was nice, I feel a bit rough today though and am off to do step aerobics this morning. A sucker for punishment.

Xxx

Unwashed

I haven't washed my hair since Thursday, it's now Tuesday. Yuck. Am off to wash it now.

See this new iPhone blog update is really working in your favour lots of interesting blog posts.

Upload from my iPhone

Now I can update my blog from my iphone anywhere, anytime! (Internet connection allowing) so here is a test run. Don't expect me to blog more the novelty will wear off soon enough.

Jubilee fun!

Although now the long weekend is over and the weather is so bad I am
Wondering if the universe got the memo that it is summer.

Fruit Face!

Mackay and Jamie's favourite dessert

Mackay plays with my mind

Mackay is usually pretty good at putting himself to sleep but because it has been so hot he played up at bedtime tonight.

This was the sequence of events.

Jamie put him to bed
Shuffle, shuffle noises heard on the monitor
He called 'Gaga, Gaga!' a couple of times (Gaga is what he calls Jamie, long story)
We ignored it.
He read himself his sleepy bunny book, he had shortened the narrative somewhat to 'bunny, bunny, hahaha'
quiet for a few minutes
A few more 'Gaga! Gaga!'
Lots of grunting and shuffling around
Some more shuffling
Gaga! Gaga! and then escalating crying.
At this stage I conceded defeat and went upstairs to ask him what was up.
He had taken off his sleeping bag and was lying with his feet against the wall.
He was adamant I was to lie down next to his bed while he fell asleep, I tried to negotiate so I could sit outside the door but he wasn't having it.
So I laid down, he stood up,
I said if you stand up I'm leaving.
He lay down
I lay down
He stood up
I threatened to leave if he didn't sit down
He stayed standing up
I left the room
He cried
I came back in the room
He lied down
I lay down
He stood up (it is tedious to read this? it was more tedious to participate in it, believe me)
I stood up
He lay down and asked for some water (he was definitely not thirsty.)
I gave him water from a sippy bottle, it leaked, he complained about it.
He stood up
I went to leave the room, he lay down.
I lay down
He asked for his new hat. I said okay and I went down stairs to get it and while i was downstairs looking for his hat he fell asleep and not a peep since.
What is going on with that? Totally playing some weird game with me. Crazy child.

Am i too old?

Coloured jeans are massive in London at the moment, especially because it's summer. Walking down the high street you see all the colours of the rainbow slapped on people's legs. So I thought I would follow the trend and get some hot pink jeans. I thought I was pretty trendy until jamie told me 'Coloured jeans are totally a 20's thing not a 30's thing.' Rude and ageist. But I disregarded his comment and wore them anyway because I spend a lot more time on celebrity blogs than he does, i know what the hip people are wearing.

I gave them their first outing on sunday and I went to see two of my friends who are quite fashion forward and no one said anything about the jeans and I said to Jamie when we left
'i surprised no one said anything about my new jeans.'
And he said 'Maybe they did say something, just after you have left.'
That's my husband, always tells it like it is. A word of warning don't ever ask him if you have put on weight, he will give you an honest answer.  Be prepared for it.

This has just come back to me , like some traumatic flashback, once I was in the fitting room with my mum trying on bikinis and she said to me 'Are you still going to the gym?' I said i was and then she said 'maybe you should cut down on the biscuits then.' Really,  I am surrounded by too much honesty.

Also I think all the step and spinning i have been doing has increased my thigh girth. Not good. Especially since i just ordered some bright green skinny jeans and I'm not sure if bright green is technically a slimming colour.

Below are the offending jeans