thank goodness for button-them-together double quilts, i say. take an autumn weight 9 tog, button on a summery 4 tog and you get a very warming 13 togger to keep these winter chills at bay. does anyone actually know, or indeed care, what tog means?
and so, this is Christmas. and what have you done?
well, thank you for asking. i've been to visit the mum, adding an extra twist to proceedings by taking the ex boyfriend along. needless to say both mum and nan seemed to prefer him to me. is it just in our family that our relatives always seem to prefer our friends to us, their next of kin? i sometimes think they probably don't like us very much. they love us to bits, of course, after all we are their flesh and blood, but i don't think they'd want to sit next to us (sisters and I) on a long train journey, or be stranded with us on a desert island.
thank goodness for therapy (lots of goodness to thank today!).
and while we're not on the subject of dancing, may i just ask why is it that some girls seem incapable of going onto a dancefloor without waving their arms around in the air. it's like an epidemic. pingyarmup syndrome. there you are, having a little bop when suddenly, seemingly without your consent, first your hands, then your elbows begin to creep up to the side of your head and before you know it you are swaying around looking like Jodie Foster in Nell. did someone once tell someone that this was 'sexeh!', because if so, i'd like to set the record straight that it isn't.
and if you've got long hair, that somehow gets tangled up in an acute attack of pingyarmup it's most definitely not 'hawt'! i recommend dancing with a pair of 8KG dumbbells in your hands. this should help keep them out of harms way.