Morning, everyone. Sorry to go AWOL, but I was feeling very miserable and I always shut down when it gets a bit much. Don't really know what triggered it, except my life is quite grim at the minute and I think I forgot to keep thinking positive thoughts until they come true...
ANYway. Day 13 here (kind of...*), and those Babes who are fidgeting about their weight should take renewed inspiration from the fact that my hips are now definitely smaller than my shoulders . I don't have scales, but I'm fitting into old size 8 clothes, so probably a couple of inches lost?
- On Thursday the brakes froze on my car - fortunately I was near the turning onto the stretch of tarmac the nearest village uses for a car park and wasn't going fast - I just dropped into first and turned to head for the furthest away fence, guessing I'd have rolled to a halt by then. Which I did. (And yes, the noise of the engine protesting did earn me a couple of 'tchah, women drivers' looks
). Then I cried myself silly because it really felt like the last straw. (Plus, I had the first car accident of my life a few months ago, crushing the last car completely, and am now very anxious about driving anyway). Life's been one shitty event after another since last year (the year before that, if you count all relationship 'surprises') and as I'm very rural, and presently as poor as it is possible to be, the loss of the car would be the final nail. We have no buses. Right then, it was The End Of The World.
So I totter off, VERY shaky, to the shop, where I Do Not Buy Wine For Comfort. I'm quite impressed by this, actually. What I did do however, was buy tobacco, and smoked two cigarettes in the car park wondering how the feck I was going to pay anyone to get the car and fix it. I got back in the car and fiddled about, and the brakes were working perfectly
, so I drove home at 8 or 9 mph (REALLY rural, trust me!) and asked a neighbour of mine, who's a retired mechanic, to have a look at it. He told me lots of incomprehensible mechanical stuff, changed the brake oil, and said it would be fine. And it is! Thank bloody feck.
So that night/early evening was magical, just when I needed the silence - black sky, glittering stars, hard sparkly white frost ferns on everything, and the largest, golden moon coming up from behind the hill. I wrapped up, took my tobacco and half a glass of wine down to sit by the river and watch the moon rise. It was beautiful - just the noise of the river and an owl, and golden moonlight on a huge stretch of icy white meadow.
And you know the strange thing? All that still sounds^ wonderful as a moment in time, but in reality, the wine wasn't. Everything else was, just not the wine. I didn't enjoy it, didn't like the taste, it added nothing to the moment and just felt utterly pointless. I went back in, washed the glass, poured some cranberry and tonic (which IS lovely) and I haven't had so much as one craving since.
The fags, on the other hand...
