Caught with my pants down...

I'm having problems with toilets. It's not a problem with my body, it's the toilet room. Last night I went to Liverpool for a friends birthday celebration. We started with a lovely meal at Fazenda. Then I went to the ladies toilet. It was a stunning toilet, I must say. My own cubicle with a personal sink and hand dryer. After washing my hands I slapped on some of the very expensive hand lotion provided. Then spent ages trying to turn the door knob to get out. After re-washing my hands and wiping the door knob I eventually escaped.

We then headed to the White Star pub in town where I visited their ladies facility. After a quick check in the mirror I tried to open the main door out, locked. I stood there for a moment wondering who would have locked me in. Then I realised it was not the main door out and I was in fact trying to open a cupboard door. My last toilet visit was the worst. Sitting on the loo, minding my own business, a lady barged in, stood for a few seconds just staring at me, then said "oh sorry, I thought it was vacant". So, I either can't unlock the door, can't even find the door or just don't bother locking the door! I had a good night anyway, the highlight being when a lady in the pub, pointed at me and asked my sister "is that your daughter?" ha-ha!

Back home, Milo would not leave me alone. As I'd been to an 'eat all you can 'meat' carvery' he thought I smelt delicious. Quick change into my very 'sexy' onesie and he soon settled down. Milo didn't look so 'sexy' either on our walk this morning. I forgot to take his lead so he had to walk past all the other dogs sporting a lovely, lime green, fluffy scarf...

My 'sexy' onesie, not...

Milo's sexy look...

January, sick & tired, you keep hanging on me...

I'm kind of glad January has gone. I pretty much did nothing for the whole of January. Mind you I've not done much for the start of February either! But I'm feeling quite positive, especially as the days are getting lighter. Milo wakes me at about 6.30 every morning and is more than keen to go on his walk at about 7ish. The problem is it's dark at that time and Milo is scared of the dark. I think he believes I can take him to a place that is not dark at 7 am and therefore pesters me until we go out. This week it has started to get light at about 7.30 so all is good.

My son and his girlfriend have just bought their first house and moved in last week. I'm so happy for them both. It's just down the road from me and I've noted it has a large empty garage too. I may suggest he turns it into a granny flat for me and Milo. Only joking son! I am extremely proud of my son, he has the most beautiful girlfriend, a wonderful career and now his own home. I don't know how I managed to produce such a level headed child, I think I may have to request a DNA test.

I've not put much effort into my online dating of late as I've been feeling 'ugly'.  But I've now realised its only eight days until Valentine's Day and it's just going to pass me by, again. I think I might fire up the Beast, drive somewhere nice and cook a romantic candle lit dinner for MiloandMe....

My Valentine Date...

My 'granny' flat...