Auld Claes and Porridge

Lucky old me! I got to go to the wedding of dear friends at the weekend. They’d gone down the home-made wedding lines – held in the village hall which they’d decorated, favours made from home-grown pansies nestling in cleaned tin cans, caterers brought in and the best man doubling up as an MC.

It was spectacularly LOVELY; but dear reader I don’t have the patience… I’ll be opting for the hotel doing the organising for me.

Anyway, it was a weekend of a lot of indulgence – fizz, red wine, chocolates, cupcakes… etc. As it’s Monday, I’m back to the auld claes and porridge as they say in the Western Isles (it basically means a return to sobriety and plain food following the excesses of Christmas and New Year and isn’t it just lovely?)


Eating ‘clean’ home-grown carrots and little else…


So, apart from eating clean this week, I’ll also be doing 3-2-1 classes run by a personal trainer friend of mine (the Pocket Rocket). 3-2-1 incorporates cardio, weights and abs circuits and it’s incredibly good at getting an all-over work out. It’s tough, but the hour passes quickly. My body NEEDS a lot of sweating and a lot of hard work, so bring it on…

Mid Facelift Diet and Lovely Lists

So, I’m on day 3 of the Facelift Diet (basically eat salmon, veg, some fruit and nuts for three days straight and see the wrinkles magically melt away – allegedly) and enjoying the increase in energy and happiness.

Bit bored though! And I’ve posted a pic here of the Family Champion Cupcake Maker torturing me with her evil, sugary genius…

It still hurts that she was so much better than me at this

“I get to eat cake and STILL be skinny, ha ha!”

I lost my iPhone at the weekend. Gutted, devastated, lost and bereft – I’ve run out of words to describe it… What I REALLY loved about my iPhone were the apps. Just what isn’t there an app for? (And if there isn’t something, I ought to dream it up, invent it and make tonnes of money). Needless to say, there’s an app for wedding planning, but I feel it takes the fun out of writing endless lists.

I LOVE lists. Sometimes I compose them with tasks I’ve already done just so I can tick them off. (Do try, enormously satisfying). And often, I’ll put the most mundane things on my work to do list. Post letter, clean out email inbox, do shredding, turn on computer… (Maybe not that last one.)

So, a wedding app is going to take away the joy of list writing and therefore is not for me. The most difficult list is the guest list obviously, guaranteed pain and moments of waking up at 3am thinking: “Merciful heavens, I forgot distant cousin Delia Anne Frogerty! Let’s hope she still isn’t married…”* That aside, lists for everything else are incredibly good fun.

And finally, naturally I have very curly hair. In common with most curly girls, I fantasise about long, straight thick tresses glossily gleaming and the ability to toss my hair a la shampoo ads… So, in the blogosphere, there’s a talented lady who can show you how to straighten your hair and not damage it. Fab.

*I made her up. Sadly, she doesn’t exist.