Today involved things that I'm not particularly fond of. Thing like a toddler who is still sick, blind pimples who refuse to budge despite throwing all the artillery I can find at them, the emergence of hives on my right cheek (well hello there! Come join the pox party on my face!) and a strained muscle in my neck which means I can't move anything above my shoulders without excruciating pain. After a visit to a physio I'm now strapped to the hilt, and not in a good way.
I am also knee deep in boxes. And not allowed to move any of them.
So, I'm escaping. I am pretending I live here, where all forms of blemishes are banned. Come join me for a cuppa in my little white haven!
I'll be residing here until some good karma comes my way, and I start feeling 31 instead of 81. I'm officially on strike from reality. Oh, here's a plate of white choc and macadamia cookies too. Help yourself!