I was convinced I burst a blood vessel behind my eye doing an exercise class when I got a stabbing pain every time I bent down to touch my toes. Turns out the under-wire from my bra had burst out with the sheer exertion of it all, and was stabbing me in the closed eye every time I lunged forward.
I went to my local cinema to see the live streaming from the National Theatre of the play ‘She Stoops to Conquer’. It was packed out and when I got to my pre booked and numbered seat there was a man, aged at least 110, with a zimmer frame sat in it. What would you do?
I ordered a lemon cake, a bakewell tart and 2 banana cakes to take to the healthy eating spa hotel where I will be spending Easter.
I watched the first two Episodes of Mad Men and spent more time fast forwarding than enjoying it. Ditto Scott and Bailey.
I am NOT a scrubber, at least according to the Daily Express. Here’s my recent article about how I am proud not to be a Domestic Goddess http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/311104/Why-we-re-glad-the-domestic-goddess-is-dead
I plan to have an amazing Easter break and wish the same for anyone reading this – may your lips be coated in top quality chocolate and your weekend full of sunshine.
Happy Easter! xxx