I suspect the blogging universe will be a little quiet today. I also suspect my American friends will be indulging in a few pies and a lot of turkey today. That should be the other way around, of course. The pies and the turkey. I love the idea of Thanksgiving. I say this every year, don't I. I especially love the idea of a really big holiday with no presents involved. Just the people.
But this is the UK.
I have been to aqua which turned out to be aquazumba again - that was 3 days in a row, people. I am a prune. And I emerged from the pool, the spa and the shower, and, after towel drying my hair, discovered that I had left my hair brush at home. I therefore started a new look in the Wild Women line. This is particularly fetching when trying to do one's make up next to a row of beautiful lithe young things in lycra with hair in place and not an ounce of excess flesh in sight. WHY DO THEY NEED TO BE AT THE GYM WHEN I AM THERE???
And on to the supermarket with mother to get some vital essentials. I loathe the chain of supermarkets beginning with T and ending with O here in the UK. As we approach Christmas, I loathe them more. And now, I have to get the rest of the mess out of the way. I had great plans for finishing it last night, but I fell asleep at 9pm in the rocking chair and woke near 2am, so just fell into bed and that was me for the night. I may be a little weary. I am sure my ridiculous sleep patterns of recent days make thrilling reading. I need to find something more erudite to write about, perhaps.
Day 24: I am very thankful for all my American friends, both in real life and here on the internet - and I am so thankful for the wonderful addition you are to my life.