Heat, Humidity and Head in the Sand

The heat and humidity are sapping my energy. I have an uncomfortable sticky feeling all over my skin – reminiscent of tacky fairy floss. This malaise is further aggravated by the lack of appropriate garments in my wardrobe – the result of an over zealous appetite and a recent purging of clothes which I have sadly outgrown. I long for new summer attire, fashionably designed to allow a breeze to ventilate my glowing skin. Clothes made of natural fibres that “breathe”.  But it is not to be…. I’m too frightened by the prospect of seeing my newly acquired fuller figure, (cleverly illuminated by revealing lights), in the change-room mirrors . Dimples aren’t so appealing en masse.  Yes, I’m ashamed to admit that I whole-heartedly subscribe to the Ostrich Principle. Must revive that vision………..

G & T ............a C.L.M

Not gin.....but "any port in a storm"

Summer…………..the sauna continues. The persistent throbbing in my head lowers my will power – pathetic justification for scoffing a whole bag of white chocolate-covered raspberry bullets. ……….Satisfaction gives way to loathing……….Another bout of hot flushes adds to my already damp skin. Right now a  gin and tonic with 2 aspros would be the perfect medication -  if I didn’t have to dash back to “ The Office” for an evening meeting. With a nickname of Cadbury’s (a glass and a half and I’m confused) a cool, long G&T with a twist of lemon, albeit tempting, would definitely be a C.L.M. (career limiting move)

"Be regular and orderly in your life so that you may be violent and original in your work."

                                                                                              Gustave Flaubert

News flash - "lemming hits water today"

The lemming has hit the water with arms and legs flailing. Merde! Chaos EVERYWHERE.

Can't find, my diary, keys, notes, ...............Anxiety eating all hols.............. I'm too FAT to fit into my undies. I look like madam 4 boobs; 2 squashed into my bra with 2 additional jello lumps protruding over the top of each bra cup. Yes, very unappealing! Then there's my wobbling Mt Mount Vesuviarse - far too cheeky to be attractive. I am surreptitiously discouraging The Husband from getting a much needed pair of glasses and rather grateful that he is so tired that he just falls into bed and goes to sleep without so much as a glance in my direction! Definitely not a good "mind space" in which to start the academic year