Nonsense, SOH! I've seen your pictures and I think you look really pretty and fresh-faced. If you want to see haggardly, you'll have to wait until I set up a profile.
You know, I'm liking the idea of a Cambridge meet-up. I've only been to Cambridge once (and that was last summer) and I really liked it. Even though it'll take me over 2 hours to get there by train, I think I might like to go again! Hopefully, I'll be on leave from early April myself so, you know.
I've tried to have a nice day today. Went into town to get hair done, eyebrows shaped and bits and bobs waxed. Felt a bit less 'human hair ball' after all that. Then I went into a department store to be measured up bra-wise. Turns out that the bra I had been measured for at M&S was completely rubbish, not the right size and not giving me proper support, which was why I had been feeling uncomfortable (according to the lady who measured me today, anyway. She went straight off and brought back an utter harness of a bra. I have to admit though that as soon as I had it on, I really felt the difference. In a good way. So, it transpires that I'm not a 40G after all but an 38F, which I feel a bit better about! On the minus side, the bra recommended to me (because of huge norkage) was a sports bra. The fitting lady suggested it as she said that if you are large of bosom, maternity bras just aren't going to give you enough support. I have to say that I agree with her - I've never found one that made me feel as though my knockers were under control. It's just a shame that I am now stuck in major feats of engineering masquerading as bras, instead of something pretty and dainty.
I'm also not a fan of Moulin Rouge. I watched it while on holiday in Australia with 2 friends. They laughed and squealed and giggled all the way through it. I just sat there, mystified, wondering how they were enjoying something that I just found a bit twee, hammy and completely predictable. I can remember looking at them as they giggled away, wondering if I was mildly autistic or something.
Hey, SOH - hope that your many phone calls and treks result in you tracking down your cat. Keep perservering! It could just be that weird nose picking guy you spoke to was a volunteer who only works weekends or something and so doesn't really know. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.