Aaah, bikini day again… and all I can say is oh pants! Well I said a lot more than that but I’m a ladeeeee dontcha know so try to keep that kinda stuff in my head (my friends may tell you otherwise but don’t believe a word of it *grin*)
So here I am – practically naked on a gray cold day in West Sussex in front of my webcam just for you.
I do keep looking at before and after photos of tummy tucks, that sure would be a lot quicker but I’m not very good with pain and I don’t like the thought of the scar and I really can’t rely on a 14 and 12 year old to look after me post op. They would take great delight in my discomfort and resort to trying to feed me a constant supply of baked beans or lumps of cheese as their culinary skills aren’t exactly, shall we say, developed (despite Chloe’s mates being in awe of her ability to make scrambled egg – I would like to be in awe of her being able to scrub the saucepan clean afterwards)… and they think it’s kinda odd the amount of time I’m stood at my juicer lately… probably why they’re so scarce – they are wary of me getting them to taste my green ‘sludge’ lol.
Well as you just saw I’ve not been stood in front of my juicer much this past week after all *cough*… but all is not lost and I’m sat here writing to you with a very tasty late brekkie in a glass. And yes it IS thick and green but mm mmm mmmmm! What’s in it? I hear you shout.. well lemme try and remember ummm….