I am now on annual leave for a week and a day. It is a blissful feeling knowing that I won't be dealing with challenging behaviour until next Friday. Well... unless you count a brainless spinone, three teenagers, telemarketers and a recalcitrant Cornishman that is.
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I'll be nice about him though because on Saturday morning I am being treated to some time here:
http://www.vanillainc.co.uk/
Blissful indeed. I've decided on a pedicure because I like having my feet messed with and they always look so pretty when someone else does it. Generally my efforts to put polish on my toenails ends up looking like I've shut my toes in the door. And a manicure because I like my hands when I have pretty nails. Vacuous?? Moi?!? The only problem is choosing the colours... Do we think dark or pale bearing in mind that I am wearing black on Saturday night? Or just go for a French? French on toes looks really pretty I think. Massage was an option but ignoring the fact that afterwards it's almost impossible a) stay awake and b) string a coherent sentence together (not great in the romance stakes), you look as though all the aromatherapy oils were in fact applied to your hair. Plus you can't admire a massage for several days afterwards.
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Finally my stomach is in good order so normal kitchen activities resume. The monetary constraints continue however so after a swift shufty through the cupboards and freezer this evening I am planning on crustless leek and corned beef quiche with some quick cucumber relish, Nige and Horizon. And a lie-in tomorrow.
Bliss.
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