Making it to the Top of My Own List

I don’t think it’s just me, but summer dressing for work is a nightmare.   This little burst of good weather has thrown me into a frenzy.   Things are made worse (in a good way) by being two clothes sizes smaller than I was last summer, so when I say I’ve got nothing to wear, I mean it literally.   Ok, I’ve got a couple of strapless maxi-dresses, but it’s not the kind of capable, in-charge yet (slightly) human image I like to rock in work.   And we have a no bare shoulders policy. Crisis One:   Colour.   Am I ready to bare?   Of course not.   My natural pallor makes Wednesday Adams look healthy, and I don’t want to embrace pale.   There’s a difference between ‘pale and interesting’ and ‘let’s check for a pulse’.   So, Operation Tan must commence.   And of course it’s not just a case of slapping it on.   There’s scrubbing and buffing and bed linen to consider.   It was a bit of a school-girl error to change the bed and...

I find the Easter break a bit of a strange one.   It has far less appeal when every food item has a weight-loss plan value as soon as you look at it.   Yes, that hot cross bun dripping in butter might be divine, but it costs about the same as stir-fried chicken and rice…or 3 gins!   I love chocolate, but an article in my weight-loss mag haunts me with values of 12 plus for Easter eggs – not far off half of my daily allowance.   And yes, of course I’d eat it all in one go! In my single days, me and Sister would hot-foot it to Cyprus.   The first year we were promised glorious weather, and shivered for a week.   One of our favourite haunts became a bar with an open fire.   But it was always a fantastic holiday.   We were wise in subsequent years and packed a bit better (only a bit).   Picking up fiancees, husbands, mortgages and children put paid to the Easter jaunt, so now it’s all about searching for the Perfect Day Out.   But we’re...