I have renewed sympathy for the three little pigs.
I have one hair on my chinny chin chin that I *cannot* get with the tweezers, and it's driving me wild.
In other, unrelated "news" (I use the term reservedly):
I completed Fire Marshall training last wek, watched a disturbing and terrifying video of a fire in New York, learned which extinguishers go with which fire and embarrassed myself ridiculously when I misunderstood a question. (You know, one of those faux pas that the trainer then comments on and quotes for the remainder of the session...)
It was still fun though.
I went on another 'training ' event - a Health and Well-being day in London. I left my house at 6.45am and returned at 8.30pm. The event lasted 2.5hours and consisted of: A woman, probably a size 20UK sizing, announcing how even though she was so horribly FAT, she was still a runner and anyone could do anything they set their mind to, and the wilder and more unrealistic the goals the better. A man, who wore a camouflage jacket and glittery trousers performing a "psychodrama" about his life in the forces. A variety of stalls (tables with leaflets on and salesmen) trying to sell us Health care, social club membership, union membership and secure donations to charities. And 30 minutes of yoga.
The yoga was fun (even though it still ended with the lead pointing out that his company's services could be hired), but as relaxing as it was, it wasn't worth the day, my time or the cost to the company of getting me there. There wasn't even tea or coffee!!!!
Erm, yes. It calmed me no end.
Anything else? Probably. I'm behind on all the tv (Except Walking Dead, I'm watching Walking Dead) and I'm rereading Harry Potter, because I need stress free reading and I'm cold, but my hot water bottle and cat are helping to overcome that.
:waves:
In other, unrelated "news" (I use the term reservedly):
I completed Fire Marshall training last wek, watched a disturbing and terrifying video of a fire in New York, learned which extinguishers go with which fire and embarrassed myself ridiculously when I misunderstood a question. (You know, one of those faux pas that the trainer then comments on and quotes for the remainder of the session...)
It was still fun though.
I went on another 'training ' event - a Health and Well-being day in London. I left my house at 6.45am and returned at 8.30pm. The event lasted 2.5hours and consisted of: A woman, probably a size 20UK sizing, announcing how even though she was so horribly FAT, she was still a runner and anyone could do anything they set their mind to, and the wilder and more unrealistic the goals the better. A man, who wore a camouflage jacket and glittery trousers performing a "psychodrama" about his life in the forces. A variety of stalls (tables with leaflets on and salesmen) trying to sell us Health care, social club membership, union membership and secure donations to charities. And 30 minutes of yoga.
The yoga was fun (even though it still ended with the lead pointing out that his company's services could be hired), but as relaxing as it was, it wasn't worth the day, my time or the cost to the company of getting me there. There wasn't even tea or coffee!!!!
Erm, yes. It calmed me no end.
Anything else? Probably. I'm behind on all the tv (Except Walking Dead, I'm watching Walking Dead) and I'm rereading Harry Potter, because I need stress free reading and I'm cold, but my hot water bottle and cat are helping to overcome that.
:waves: