Me, a Russian Spy...

On a low note my 'wedding' bouquet has become just a bunch of dead, shrivelled, dried up flowers now hanging in the airing cupboard haha. On a high note @SheWee  have contacted me and are sending me supplies for my rust2rome trip. I even get to choose which colour I would prefer. I've gone for pink. Apparently I have to practice using it in the shower. For the record there will be no photos of this activity.

For some reason, for the first time in my life, I've put on weight. All my life I've been one of those people that people hate, as in I can eat anything. Well that good fortune has ended. I was in a shop changing room, with my mum, trying on size eight dresses when she, kindly, suggested I try a size ten. At one point my mum was nipping back out to the shop floor and returning with size twelves. My mum thought this was hilarious given the fact that she has lost over three stone in weight recently. Maybe we can clothes swop. I consoled myself that I had a lovely pair of sucky in knickers at home that would surely help. No. I can't even pull them on! Heyho no more home baking cookies for me for a while.

Today I've decided to apply for a job that appeared in my email box. I've applied to be a Private Investigator. My reckoning is that I will be out there, obviously dressed like a Russian spy,  investigating adulteress marriages and that in turn could provide me with an abundance of available gentlemen. Hmm...

Me in disguise...

The failed wedding bouquet...

Previous culinary delights...

Current culinary delights...