Over the last two days I have indulged in some much needed R&R. Infact, I have spent most of the last 48 hours either asleep or dozing on my sofa. Even an appointment at the hairdressers yesterday afternoon gave me an opportunity to indulge in some down time inbetween a glass of prosecco and mulling over of glossy and weekly mags.
It's been a while since I've had a weekend like this, and I have to admit, I've enjoyed every minute! Not having to get dressed up or put on any make up has been quite liberating. Instead I've been curled up in my joggers, hair tied back and enjoying time on my own at home.
This chill out has been a long time coming so there has been no hesitation to indulge. I even declined an invite to the pub to watch the football last night and was in bed by 11pm, which for me, is alien! Sometimes you've just got to listen to your body though and relaxation is definitely what mine needed.
All I need now is a yoga master class, a back massage and 20 minutes in a sauna and I think I'll be fully restored to the land of the living!
About Me
- Tanya Shirley
- Northampton, United Kingdom
- Welcome to my Blog. I set this up after realising I spend far too much time updating my Facebook status and living in hope that one day a celeb will reply to one of my Tweets. So if you like reality TV, makeup, short story ideas, magazines, chocolate and the occasional gym class, then this is the blog for you. Now get that tea brewing, grab a couple of digestives and let yourself escape into my world...you never know, you might like it here!
Sunday 15 June 2014
Tuesday 3 June 2014
oh dear....
Last year my car failed it's MOT - on what, I really can't remember. All I know is I had to pay out quite a bit of money to get it repaired, but I vowed I would only keep it another year and then get a new one.
12 months have now passed and guess what? Yes, you're right, no new car and yes, another failed MOT! You're probably wondering why I didn't take my own advice and get rid of it? Well due to an unfortunate turn of events, redundancy is looming and it was either pay out £280, or scrap and find a stupid sum of money from somewhere to buy a new one. As the latter wasn't an option, I had to go with the only other possibility...get it repaired.
I'll be honest, I picked up my car yesterday and it did feel a little like new again so it was obviously in need to rescuing. Then again, if I was corroding the way my car was, I don't think I'd be fully functional either! So for the last 24 hours I have felt like a new women...ok, ok, I won't go that far, but it's felt good to actually feel safe behind the wheel again.
That was until this evening when I walked out of Next to find my bumper hanging off it! Seriously, it never rains, it pours. I swear there is someone "up there" looking down on me and having a good old laugh. Thankfully, through the power of Whatsapp I was quickly rescued by my ever so amazingly reliable friend, Chelsey, who wizzed down in her sporty Astra and saved the day by hammering the thing off leaving my car looking like it's ready to pass over to car heaven and me in a daze of humiliation and bewilderment!
So now I am at home, trying to decide on what the best course of action will be to get the stupid thing repaired. Lots of advice has been offered to me which I am obviously always grateful for, and despite the initial outburst of tears when I got home and blowing up my jacket potato in the microwave, I am now fully restored to calmness thanks the bottle of Smirnoff in my fridge!
Things can only get better, right?
12 months have now passed and guess what? Yes, you're right, no new car and yes, another failed MOT! You're probably wondering why I didn't take my own advice and get rid of it? Well due to an unfortunate turn of events, redundancy is looming and it was either pay out £280, or scrap and find a stupid sum of money from somewhere to buy a new one. As the latter wasn't an option, I had to go with the only other possibility...get it repaired.
I'll be honest, I picked up my car yesterday and it did feel a little like new again so it was obviously in need to rescuing. Then again, if I was corroding the way my car was, I don't think I'd be fully functional either! So for the last 24 hours I have felt like a new women...ok, ok, I won't go that far, but it's felt good to actually feel safe behind the wheel again.
That was until this evening when I walked out of Next to find my bumper hanging off it! Seriously, it never rains, it pours. I swear there is someone "up there" looking down on me and having a good old laugh. Thankfully, through the power of Whatsapp I was quickly rescued by my ever so amazingly reliable friend, Chelsey, who wizzed down in her sporty Astra and saved the day by hammering the thing off leaving my car looking like it's ready to pass over to car heaven and me in a daze of humiliation and bewilderment!
So now I am at home, trying to decide on what the best course of action will be to get the stupid thing repaired. Lots of advice has been offered to me which I am obviously always grateful for, and despite the initial outburst of tears when I got home and blowing up my jacket potato in the microwave, I am now fully restored to calmness thanks the bottle of Smirnoff in my fridge!
Things can only get better, right?
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