My Life on a Plate

Much To Do

I hoped to be able to comment on Cyprus today but my camera is refusing to talk to the computer for some reason so until that's sorted I'll leave it. No good discussing the island without illustrations. Just hope I'll remember where I've been, already after only two days my memories are getting fuzzy and I'm thinking 'Did I really have a holiday?' It doesn't take much to slip back into routine.

So, it's bog cleaning day again but at least once I've completed my tasks I'm off to meet my sister in Nottingham. Another busy weekend and hopefully many laughs. I KNOW she will bust more guts at some of the blogs I've read since I returned, although I'm still far from catching up.

Just remembered I said I'd consider Forever's list of bad habits. Believe me, I've more than five! But these are the ones about myself I hate the most.

1. Smoking. Hate myself for it, worry about it all the time and wish I had the will power to stop. If there was one opportunity to change something about myself I'd be a non-smoker. Kids - don't ever start this evil habit.

2. Alcohol. I'm not an alcoholic, I don't crave a drink in the daytime and often go without until late evening but seem unable to sleep or relax without a good dose of alcohol. Not something to be proud of.

3. Being a Couch Potato. I enjoy swimming and walk a lot but exercise bores me to tears. I know I need to lose weight and would do well to improve my fitness level and stamina but things I enjoy, generally involve the brain and backside!

4. Being an order freak. Mess drives me crazy. I spend far too much time organising and sorting, instead of actually getting on with things. Manpiles and being surrounded by clutter makes me tense. I wish I didn't care; it's of little importance in the great scheme of things.

5. Vanity. I can't slob out, can't dress sloppily or stand unwashed hair and no make up. I'll spend ages on nails, hair, skin treatments etc and neglect more essential jobs. I'll spend money on cosmetics and clothes instead of the home and think I'm shallow because of it. Who really cares what I look like and who notices anyway?

On that note I'd better go get sorted for going out. After I've cleaned the bog of course. I do have some redeeming features.