"You don't throw crowbars at people" Elliot yelled...
i spent all day today back in the FolkHouse learning how to make bombs.
Seriously.
I attended an all-day class in the art of making bath products. Bath bombs, body melts, scented candles, and scrubs.
In the end the entire class made a vanilla scented candle (the smell was aMAZing!) and I put together a sultry dark green chai tea body scrub. all black cinnamon, cardamom and orange blossum. Mix in the almond oil, half sugar/half salt mix and a few other odds and sods and voila!
Instant personalised body scrub.
I rule.
I had the first two days of the week off and went to Bath Spa to indulge myself in treatments all day. expensive but so good for my tight shoulders and grumbly spine. The 60 mins+ massage was heaven on my body, to the point that it knackered me on Wednesday as my muscles weren't their usual tight, tense selves when it came to do my job. The job of shifting 'dead weight' and cleaning operating theatres are speed.
But Wednesday was the best as I brought in the cakes for my birthday and everyone adored the cheesecake. In fact one guy is now asking whether I should quit being a nurse and go into the cheesecake making business. Possibly... :)
But my birthday has come and gone now, and despite my age I don't feel any different, except maybe a niggling possibility that i don't want to be a scrub nurse for the rest of my working life. but this is another conversation for another time.
I also finished my book of 2012. Ilario: The Lion's Eye.
Bought in Aberystwyth pound shop for £1. It's RRP was £14.99. And with good reason was it so cheap, it's a tomb that could hold fire doors open. It also has a wandering meandering plot and the author, Mary Gentle, clearly didn't know how to edit her baby when it came to the crunch, given her splitting the book into four sub-books, and over 700 words total.
Despite it being set in medieval Europe I have never read a book I can relate to. A lot of the time it managed to verbalise a lot of things I've felt, and to a lesser degree still feel in my life. But it also gave me, the understanding reader, a possible credible source of action to these feelings. Making me aware that it is ok to feel the way I do sometimes, and if people do comment I can hurl a pithy comment their way safe in the knowledge that I was provoked.
And at least a comment won't hurt as much as a crowbar.
Seriously.
I attended an all-day class in the art of making bath products. Bath bombs, body melts, scented candles, and scrubs.
In the end the entire class made a vanilla scented candle (the smell was aMAZing!) and I put together a sultry dark green chai tea body scrub. all black cinnamon, cardamom and orange blossum. Mix in the almond oil, half sugar/half salt mix and a few other odds and sods and voila!
Instant personalised body scrub.
I rule.
I had the first two days of the week off and went to Bath Spa to indulge myself in treatments all day. expensive but so good for my tight shoulders and grumbly spine. The 60 mins+ massage was heaven on my body, to the point that it knackered me on Wednesday as my muscles weren't their usual tight, tense selves when it came to do my job. The job of shifting 'dead weight' and cleaning operating theatres are speed.
But Wednesday was the best as I brought in the cakes for my birthday and everyone adored the cheesecake. In fact one guy is now asking whether I should quit being a nurse and go into the cheesecake making business. Possibly... :)
But my birthday has come and gone now, and despite my age I don't feel any different, except maybe a niggling possibility that i don't want to be a scrub nurse for the rest of my working life. but this is another conversation for another time.
I also finished my book of 2012. Ilario: The Lion's Eye.
Bought in Aberystwyth pound shop for £1. It's RRP was £14.99. And with good reason was it so cheap, it's a tomb that could hold fire doors open. It also has a wandering meandering plot and the author, Mary Gentle, clearly didn't know how to edit her baby when it came to the crunch, given her splitting the book into four sub-books, and over 700 words total.
Despite it being set in medieval Europe I have never read a book I can relate to. A lot of the time it managed to verbalise a lot of things I've felt, and to a lesser degree still feel in my life. But it also gave me, the understanding reader, a possible credible source of action to these feelings. Making me aware that it is ok to feel the way I do sometimes, and if people do comment I can hurl a pithy comment their way safe in the knowledge that I was provoked.
And at least a comment won't hurt as much as a crowbar.