Friday, 26 February 2010

The Hills are Alive...

Tonight will be a thing of great joy. I, along with four other complete saddos (a.k.a my best friends) are heading to Leicester Square for the Sing-a-long Sound of Music. Yes, it will be brilliant. Yes, I am dressing up as a brown paper package tied up with string. Yes, I will be singing out of tune. And no, I don't need the subtitles, as I already know the whole film off by heart.

D is slightly concerned that I am leading our unborn child astray (fortunately for H, he'll be safely tucked up in bed in Kennington) - but I view this as an education. How can you not love the film? The mighty Andrews teaching the children how to sing, and then the Captain taking on the Nazis? It's pure genius.

Wish all the poor people sitting around me the best of luck...

Monday, 22 February 2010

Well? What's the result?

I hate waiting. I know I shouldn't be so impatient, but the simple truth is, when I want something, I'm not very good at waiting for it.

Which is how we got here in the first place. There's no way on earth I should be doing this now, but if there's a chance I can, then I bloody well will. Still waiting, I think back over the efforts over the past month. They were significant - every day for five days - but I wasn't prepared not to succeed. Which, again, highlights my impatience - it's not like its been going on for a while - in fact, we'd only just decided. But, it's a bit all or nothing with me.

I look down - still blank, still waiting. And then I think - do I really want this? Am I really ready to do it all again? Maybe I don't, and it's a blessing in disguise. And then I look again. Two lines. No mistake. I'm pregnant. Definitely worth the wait.

Monday, 15 February 2010

My Valentine

Hubbie did well yesterday. We had a very relaxed Valentine's Day - nothing too much, because I generally think that Valentine's Day has become hugely commercial. Years ago, a card was fine. Now, presents, a meal - it's like another birthday. And while I'm all for a bit of indulgence, I'm not stupid enough not to realise they've just put the prices up in the pub because they think people won't notice - they are too in love, or too busy trying to impress someone that they could love. Nevertheless, a box full of bath bombs from LUSH is just what the doctor ordered. I love baths. So well done that man.

I cannot believe that it's Pancake Day tomorrow - this year is going quickly. Needless to say, chocolate sauce is on the shopping list for tonight - well, you can't have pancakes without chocolate, right? Plus, I figure I'm allowed, because I'm giving up chocolate for lent. That's right, 40 days and 40 nights without chocolate. Even hot chocolate. Naturally, I've had a Double Decker today and am planning a Boost for tomorrow - well, if I'm not going to have any for almost two months...

Thursday, 11 February 2010

Coast-ing along

Every once in a while, something happens that really makes you happy. It can be something big - like winning the lottery (although, I hasten to add, this has most definitely not happened to me - yet. I continue to believe that one day...) or winning an all expenses paid trip to Australia, travelling first class (again, not yet, but if I keep the belief...). But, and it's almost sad how happy this truly made me, I was over the moon last Sunday, and all because of a dress in a sale.

Having had my afternoon of culture at the British Museum (well, okay, 90 minutes but it's all good for the soul), I headed over to the Brunswick Centre to pass some time. I'd forgotten that there is a Coast there, and when I noticed the 'Sale' sign, I was in like a shot. And there, in my size, was the dress I had considered and then discounted over Christmas on account of the fact is was £150 and I didn't have anywhere to wear it. It was £35. Clearly, a sign from God. When I met up with D, he asked me why I was so happy - and when he saw the bag, he started moaning and groaning until I told him the joyous news. Admittedly, he wasn't as filled with joy as me, but he was pleased there would still be plenty of cash for a takeaway that night...

It's still online - and to be honest, the picture doesn't do it justice, but nevertheless:

Happy days.

Friday, 5 February 2010

A film based on acquiring unobtainium? Unbelievable

Ever since I heard about Avatar, I have to admit that I wanted to see it. Not because I thought it would be a good film (good job really, but we'll get to that) - but because I was intrigued by the 3D technology. And boy, oh boy, that technology has come a long way from the blue and red cardboard glasses that used to come with Rice Krispies. Actually the glasses I had (we watched a RealD 3D version) looked pretty similar to some retro Ray Bans, so not a total disaster on the appearance front. But still uncomfortable for prolonged periods of time. And let me assure you, it's possible that you may fear you're going to die of old age before this film finishes.

You know it's bad when you look at your watch, thinking it's the end of the film, and you find out there's another hour to go. Admittedly, the lady sitting next to me probably wasn't so enamoured with my huge sigh and exclamation that there was a whole hour to go - but seriously, I thought I was going to die. Cutting edge technology? Yes. Interesting storyline? I think not.

And, whilst I admit that the 3D technology was impressive, it did hurt my eyes after a while. This could be because I'm getting old, or it could be my contact lenses - my eyes got very dry watching this three hour extravaganza - but either way, I reckon it's a gimmick and not actually something that will revolutionise the film industry in a way that colour or surround sound has.

Overall, if you're interested in the 3D technology, make sure you go and see this at the cinema. But if you want a film with a plot, I'd look elsewhere.

Monday, 1 February 2010

Winter clean

I admit it. I have let my dental check-ups slip. I haven't been to the dentist since just before I got married (well, that's normal, right?) - which is now well over a year ago. When I answered all the questions this morning, I hung my head and quietly admitted that I had let my teeth suffer.

Metrodental is, quite simply, the best dentist I have ever been to. Nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for what I saw. They take very clear, magnified shots inside your mouth and then SHOW YOU what's on the other side of your teeth. Not the front, which you can see, but the back. It was like a toothpaste advert on steroids - plaque galore. Quite frankly, totally revolting. But very convincing. I need to buy a Philips Sonicare, some dental floss and then, when I've got a spare few thousand, one of those cameras so that I can see it myself whenever I feel the need. I've already booked in my hygienist appointment for tomorrow.