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This Pic is a True Account of me – Not Photoshop-ped

Don’t you hate it when you think you’ve dodged a bullet only to find you’ve been slashed in the rib-cage instead?

Or maybe this just happens to me -_-

Spring is just around the corner; seriously it’s so close I can smell it.

I was secretly (because I didn’t want to jinx it. A fat load of good that did me) thrilled that I had managed to remain flu free this entire cold, harsh winter season but alas, the nasty bugger took me down last Saturday.

It’s so severe that ten days later, it’s still sinking its molars into me. And to top it all off, I had the most bizarre dream last night.

I dreamt I was RPM-ing the entire day (on a spin bike people, on a spin bike) so naturally I woke up exhausted. I mean literally, completely effing brutally smashed. Why? Who does that universe, who?

YOU that’s who!

I mean give me a break! I may have been able to forgive you if you’d just told me the name of that hot guy I was cycling next to but whatever. I would have just slobbered all over him anyway so the joke’s on you.

Well not really but I like it when I have the last say.

Now if you’ll please excuse me while I curl into a ball of woeful flu stricken misery on the floor under my desk right now. Splutter, splutter, splutter …

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Writer's Block

It’s Cold & the Writing Part of my Brain is Frozen.

I swear, this is a viable condition often experienced by Writer’s in winter. It’s called Frozen Writer’s block. There’s no cure except for gluttonous extreme vegetation in front of the BBC channel for inspiration.

You know that saying, one girl’s loss is another one’s gain. You’re welcome, another week free of punishment from my brain. Don’t say I don’t give you anything.

Disclaimer: For faster results, attack the virus with a never ending supply of buttered popcorn and unhealthy salt and fake cheese infused Cheese and Bacon Balls.

Let me know if you want my address or I could just lie here with my mouth open and you can pelt junk food into it. See, there’s a positive to everything – even Frozen Writer’s Block.

Every so often, you awake to Magic …

… At least, I did on Friday.

Winter magic. There’s something so special about waking up to everything being bathed in white.

The kids were up all through the night skiing on the roads and building snowmen (and some snowgirls by the way. We don’t discriminate on gender)

I live in a town of golf courses so you can just imagine the fun we had. People were outside from around about 10pm on Thursday up till Friday afternoon. It only goes to prove, you rarely need money to create your enjoyable memories.

Hope all of you are creating your stories wherever you are! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Show you care …

Because sharing is caring, I was hoping that you guys could share the calories I picked up along the way from that scrumptious peanut coated Cornetto I just finished, so I don’t have to layer up in this freezing cold to jog around the block?

Oh come on, show me you care already!

To shower you with my gratitude, I’ll even treat my body to another one. Caramel fudge anyone?

Dear Winter,

You could have just said you weren’t a fan of my writing.

I mean, you didn’t have to inflict your rage on my poor unsuspecting (now curled up crooked) fingers so I couldn’t type.

Please just ask nicely next time before unleashing frostbite on them, I promise to relent and refrain from the act completely.