Digging myself out of a hole

Well first of all you need a digger ..... so VOILA

Construction is clearly in my blood - haha!!

Honest - don't know how the creme egg got there!

It only took me 3 hours to build whilst my dad watched/ snoozed through England v Scotland's rugby match yesterday. (La Digger was a Christmas Pressie for my Dad - the Construction Engineer who finds it normal to have photos of diggers pride of place on his living room wall, whilst pics of his daughters are relegated to hidden corners - we all know your priorities, papa!!) The 56 steps required to build the digger were surprisingly complicated and hard to follow despite full pictorial instructions - lego has moved on A LOT since my sisters and I built our future dream multi-coloured houses from regular shaped blocks (NO instructions required). Back then placing special plastic lego trees in the back garden was considered the height of chic!

The point at which I nearly binned the entire ridiculous set after realising that I would need to dismantle most of the heinous build after I'd positioned the wrong size strut in position 145.

I'm putting lego-build survivor on my CV - I'm so employable!

Well my three day hiatus from:

• my London life


• thinking about what to eat (my papa is an excellent food shopper and chief chef)


• the internet (my papa only has dial up which is basically USELESS) 


• sleeping for less than 5 hours

was BLISS.

During my mini stayca I got MAJORLY inspired during a marathon Magazine session - three monthlies consumed cover to cover during Saturday's rugby matches - total heaven (magazining not the rugby)

I threw and squeaked toys for Daisy dog - it's a very entertaining past-time. Never, ever gets old. I'm training her up for the dancing segment of next year's Crufts. Also HAVE to mention that my loveliest friend, Miss S was showing her dog, Henry, this weekend at Crufts and Henry was awarded 1st in show no less - how AMAZING is that!?

I watched 6 episodes!! of Agatha Christie Miss Marple's weekend on itv3 - only fair after all the rugby I was forced to watch.

I discovered the best ever TV advert - this is BRILLIANT:



I put the car through the carwash - accompanied by my Dad - if you've watched CSI Vegas's recent - Sqweegel episode you will completely understand my reluctance to carwash alone. Scariest episode I've ever seen BY FAR and I've seen about 1,000,000 episodes of CSI!

I swam about in the bathtub and was reminded JUST HOW MUCH I miss splashing about in the pool, practising tumble turns and acing my brand of front crawl.

I got to do two perfect road trips in my car - I LOVE driving alone and singing in my own private sound booth - nothing can beat that on a sunny day like today!

BUT I did DIDDLY SQUAT by way of proper exercise.

Instead I just totally chilled out. Hopefully this means that I'm back on a more even keel and less the epitome of a ferocious eating machine. xx

p.s. Sorry today's post has all the appearance of a 'what I did at the weekend' primary school essay. I have some brilliant fitness themed posts to share as soon as I get around to writing them - If you want to find out how to run faster, recover better or discover the myth busting target training your wobbly bits - well stayed tuned. Plus I have a VERY SPECIAL POST planned to commemorate a VERY SPECIAL MILESTONE later this week - well I'm excited!! xx