Monday, 20 June 2011

A fishy day

My friend A, pictured  below, treated me for my birthday to a day at Champneys Town Spa for a fishy pedicure, and lunch at Cafe Rouge, followed by a spot of window shopping, or even shopping depending on how much wine we'd consumed. Here was our day...

Started off with a late breakfast, after first class train travel
Lovely fruity bread thing

Two headless females brave the fishy pedicure

Oh my god, it was the weirdest thing ever! A went first, as I was having my newly applied nail varnish removed. She seemed to be OK, just giggling a bit. We hadn't been drinking by this point, I should add! I dipped my feet in. I felt the little fishies swarm around my feet, in fact they favoured my left foot (I didn't think it wasn't a bad film either). I cried, not in a bad way, but just in a tickly way, I knew I couldn't take out my feet, but it was so hard to keep them in. I clutched A's hand the whole time, and squeezed her knee. Like the way that Elf squeezes my hand when I'm taking a splinter out, to make him feel like he's transferring the pain.

The skin on my feet is quite hard, so I don't think I can see a huge difference, but I know that a few treatments would make a difference. I am definitely going back - and my mum is going to come with me. She just doesn't know yet! 
Here we are
Do you like the hat? Too Joan Collins? OK then

Lunch yummy


Even more yummier



Glass of pinot gris?

 
One bottle later...


Left the restaurant, and rolled into another for a drink!

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Smug parent alert

No one likes a smug mum. Or a smug parent. I haven't been blogging regularly for a while, and I suppose I should conservatively blog to regain my loyal (if any?) followers! 

But to hell with that. I'm going to be smug ok? Just for once. OK maybe twice. 

Today we cycled to the local library to "find out about bears" for Elf's homework. 

  • Using our own transport - tick
  • Using local amenities - tick
  • Not just googling "Where do bears come from?" - tick
  • Looking in BOOKS - tick

When we came home, we ate soup that ticks many boxes.

  • home made - tick
  • using home grown (or almost) ingredients - watercress from Mr M's garden, and potatoes harvested by Elf from last week's gardening club at school - tick

I then made some buns as we had visitors and the leftovers were to be frozen for Elf's lunchbox.

  • home made - tick
  • controlled chocolate intake for lunch box - tick
Then we read The Guardian. Tick?

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Cake ... cake ... and more cake

My birthday cake (a day early) from The Tenth Hole Friday Breakfast Club Girls - Thanks x

Monday, 6 June 2011

Happy 40th to The Humdrums

Yep I celebrated my 40th last weekend. I'm not quite 40 yet, the big day is this Saturday. But Mr Humdrum is three weeks older than me, so we decided to celebrate together with a big house party. Now we used to hold parties every year for my birthday, but after Elf arrived, it just didn't seem to have the same appeal.


We had 38 guests, groups of friends, school mums, NCT mums, uni friends, nursery parents, work friends ... Everyone there had a reason for being invited, whether it was for curing my headaches with their acupuncture, being the first mum in the playground to talk to me, or just ... well being a friend! 


The debris of a party always amazes me, so I thought that instead of posting pictures of loads of drunken idiots dancing to I Eat Cannibal by Toto Coehlo, I'd post pictures of the day after. 














 Some notes on the party:-

  • One person had a tactical barf in the alleyway (Mr Humdrum)
  • One person barfed upstairs and passed out
  • One husband disappeared with keys
  • One camera broken
  • One bottle of Black Sambuca necked in very short time, but not by one person
  • One bottle of Tequila nearly finished
  • Two people bruised and battered with cut arms
  • One person got a black eye after a drunken rummage at home, then threw up
  • Smoking and snogging behind the bike sheds
  • Tea and coffee served at 3am
  • Music stopped at 3.45am
  • Last guests left at 4am




I woke at 8am after our mystery guest, who appeared in our spare room at 3am, left to do a drunken walk of shame home. I was rather ill later on, followed by a long spell in bed aided by Syndol tablets, and reemerged at 8pm to eat choccies and watch Dr Who.


I had some lovely presents, including a gorgeous engraved compact from my school mum friends, star jewellery set from my NCT friends, pendant, recipe box, a Buddha, Guilty Pleasures CD, champers, flowers, plant, chocolates...


Thank you to all who celebrated with me. i had an absolute ball even if I was suffering like anything the next day. 


Til the 50th then?