Saturday, 28 February 2009
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Monday, 16 February 2009
Look at those jumpers! Nick Heyward is the one in the blue. Oh my.
Then, on Sunday, hubby & I went to Marylebone High Street to meet some friends and as we were in Divertimenti (fab kitchen shop), I spotted a famous actor. Although not famous enough for me to remember his name or anything he's been in so I can't tell you who he was. And that is really bugging me. I did that thing where you look at someone and think 'Ooo, where do I know you from?', and then you realise you know them from 'off the telly' and not in real life.
Prior to seeing famous/not-so-famous actor in Divertimenti, we'd been in the Cath Kidston shop where I treated myself to some pretty dusters(not sure whether to let the cleaner use them [did I mention we have a cleaner now - how posh are we?!], or keep them for show) and some storage tins. No idea what I'm going to store in them, but I thought they were rather pretty. So perhaps I'll just put them out on display with nothing in them at all.
And now it's Monday and I'm officially on maternity leave! Woo hoo. No more work for me for the foreseeable future (except the baby-looking after kind of work). I hardly know what to do with myself, except go to the hospital tomorrow for an antenatal appointment and scan, hairdressers on Wednesday and a facial on Thursday. Oh, and a meeting at the pub on Friday with the antenatal group. Maybe I'll be able to fill my time...
Saturday, 14 February 2009
Hubby told me he had made a great sacrifice with the card he had made me. I thought perhaps he had stuck some money in it or on it but, in fact, it turned out to be an even bigger sacrifice than that - three of his favourite Haribo sweets were given up in the expression of his love for me. Bless.Apologies for blurry photo, I've still not totally got to grips with the camera I had for Xmas.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Saturday, 7 February 2009
So, off we trekked to the hospital where we had about an hour-and-a-half's wait to be seen and then another hour-and-a-half of me being monitored and donating my blood for testing. Anyhoo, to cut a long story short, three hours later we were homeward bound with the all-clear. At least we had a chance to have a look at the matnerity unit of the hospital where I'll have to give birth if, for whatever reason, I can't have Delightful Child at home; it wasn't too bad and all the midwives were very lovely. The only unpleasant bit was seeing three ladies in the throes of labour. Hmmm, didn't exactly look like they were having a good time...
Thursday morning we awoke to more snow so hubby & I decided to work from home. News from the office was that the main roads around Reading weren't too bad, but the side roads were a little bit slippy. Hubby had lots of fun playing out in the snow and built another snowman. I stayed indoors and took the photos through the window.
Friday morning we awoke to even more snow; however, I had an appointment with the nurse at 9.40am and since we had heard the main roads were pretty clear, I thought I should at least make the effort to get to the surgery and then on to work. Alas, all my good intentions fell at the very first hurdle when I couldn't get the car out of the driveway. Hubby then made a valiant attempt and managed to get the car out of the driveway, but then he got stuck on the track outside the house and only just managed to reverse the car back in. So, another day of working from home then! Still, that's fine with me as I'm rather enjoying the work I've got at the moment - proofreading. Hubby thinks I'm a bit weird but I really enjoy it.
And, guess what, it then went on to snow ALL DAY LONG. And I felt like a total fraud when I emailed my work collegaues who said there was absolutely no snow in Henley or Reading.
Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny - hooray, we thought, at last we can escape. Hubby was off to Twickenham for the day to watch the rugby and the plan was for me to drop him at the train station and then spend some time in Henley wandering round the shops and then enjoying a latte in Starbucks. Alas, this joyous outing was cut short in its prime when the car got stuck in the snow on the track, again. And, despite hubby's best efforts to dig it out, and our combined efforts to push it out (not the best thing to be doing when you're verily pregnant), the car was going nowhere. So, we had to abandon it where it lay while hubby walked to the bus stop and I trudged back to the house for another day at home. Let's just hope that I don't go in to labour any time soon as it'll be a bit tricky to get anywhere fast!
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Monday, 2 February 2009
And, one other thing. This time last year hubby & I were grappling with the snow in Williams, Arizona. I think we should be careful where we go & what we do on 2 February 2010...
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Having dropped hubby at the rugby club, I continued my tour of the Cotswolds alone. I decided to stop off in Woodstock on the way home - what a pretty little town it is.And slap-bang next to Blenheim Palace. I had a little wander round the shops and then, due to an achey back caused by the weight of the gigantor baby I am incubating, I was forced, yes literally forced, to take shelter in a tearoom where I was able to indulge in what every lady (pregnant or not) should indulge in on a cold and windy January afternoon:
A new book, a hot chocolate with lashings of cream, and a cake. Bliss.
So, compare and contrast these pretty Cotswold scenes with 'This Time Last Year' when we were in Las Vegas. Oh my, could there be two totally and utterly different places? Vegas is just the weirdest place ever in the world, ever. I enjoyed our time there, but Vegas is definitely a night time place - during the day without the glitzy lights it's a bit like a ghost town. But step inside any of the casinos and you need never know what time of night or day it is, let alone what month, season or year. Those places are just darn weird. Hubby & I aren't in to gambling so we stuck to the machines that would let us play with 10c or 25c rather than rubbing shoulders with the highrollers at the blackjack tables. I did fancy having a go at roulette, but having never done it before, I felt a bit intimidated and decided to stick to the one-arm bandits. We spent three nights in Vegas, at the MGM Grand - one of the fanciest hotels of our entire trip. What a treat that was. Unfortunately, I think it set the standard from then on as it was difficult to come back to earth and 'enjoy' the $50 dives we then had to inhabit.