Morning ladies, (although some not very lady-like behaviour going on last night).
To quote Micheal Winner "Calm down, dear".
pmsl @ poo & goggles & shudder at thought too.
Just thought I'd share my strange evening. In true rowdy gin-addled BESH style I was politely asked to leave my slimming club held in the church hall last night! Gone are the days when I was thrown out of clubs & pubs.....
I had the audacity to challenge them trying to make me pay for a missed class when I was on holiday. Apparently you're only allowed 6 weeks hol from slimming (WTF?) & I'd exceeded that - all because the stupid class leader (who incidentally is fatter than me) put me down as 2 weeks hol when I'd broken my wrist & couldn't get a lift to class. Stupid mare. So I told them to shove their class, calories n all where the sun doesn't shine, hence asked to leave.
Strangely its motivated me to lose weight in a "I'll diet on my own & show you I don't need your class" kind of way.
Then the boyf & I got down & dirty (my new exercise & weight loss regime)- yes I know not during fertile time, God forbid it was for fun & it was so much fun I burst into tears afterwards!! Dear God alive, what the hell is wrong? I should've been swinging from the rafters singing!
Ah well, at least I had a good sleep.