A bit like home

Leaving work last night it started to rain. Not a lot but still. Once I reached my car (a massive walk of 15 minutes) it has started to rain LOTS. Suddently, I my Swedish Brain which has been slightly neutralised came to life. Swedish Brain reminded me that cold weather and rain is not a good combination. Like say if the temperature drops. But it wouldn't because this is the UK and it is only October. It norally only snows in let's say APRIL. Swedish Brain was still rather concerned. It might just snow if the temerature drops, it insisted.

Upon reaching home, Swedisn Brain took a back-seat. Neutralised Brain had to do some cooking to prevent Cats and Hubby from being eaten. Hubby left for some crazy-in-the-rain mountainbikingwhich Swedish Brain was not keen on. It reminded Hubby about listening to Swedish Wife. If you have no waterproofs and it rains Hubby will get cold. In NY Hubby got pneumonia because he did not listen to Swedish Wife. Hubby ought to listen. Hubby didn't. Hubby left. Not permanently in a Guy Ritchie-style. He went mountain biking.

Whilst cooking all alone in the house, Neutralised Brain glanced out the window as Smallest Cat was kind of staring an a bewildered fasion from his safe seat in the sofa. He was seing something totally new and unfamiliar.

Swedish Brain got excited. It snowed! And lots of. It brought on starting out the window for ages and singing Swedish children's songs about snow.

Then came the realisation - car does not handle well in snow or ice. The combinaiton of heavy rain, snow and freezing cold was enought for Swedish Brain to get rather concerned about getting to work this morning. Let's just say it was an interesting ride. A bit like home, but with no grit or snow ploughs...

Lazy days

Hubby has been away for the past week. Yup, sometimes he has to do work! However, this has left little old me all alone in the house. So, what does one do when one is home alone? Not a lot actually. Today, I got woken up Kitten at 7, just in time to watch the Formula 1 Grand Prix Qualifying. Later, I went to the shops and made a huge pasta bake which I have been nibbling on all day long. Needless to say, I am not really hungry now. Having said that, I quote fancy a glass o wine and maybe some popcorn later. 

Bad times

Nevermind the currect global economic global crisis. I have larger concerns: I am falling apart. Not in an "I-am-so-sad way" but my body is starting to fall apart. Having said that, I do tend to worry about nothing sometimes but these are my cause for concern:

1. My right foot. For a few months now it has been painful just by the big toe joint and now my foot has started to look differently. I told my colleague H about it the other day who informed me it is a "bunion". Not knowing that this was, I looked it up. I wish I hadn't. I am now convinced I am suffering from an Hallux Valgus and have booked an appointment with the doctor. He is not a podiatrist but will be able to refer me. It is times like these I am happy we have private medical care and aren't just relying on the NHS.

2. My right shoulder. It is raised constantly and it hurts. It is not due to yoga, I don't think. I have had it off and on for the last..erm..8 years. At the same time as I am shoving my foot in my doctor's face, he will also be instructed to take a look at my shoulder to advice whether I need a physiotherapist or a chiropractor. My colleague B says I should go to the chiropractor regardless as my posture is bad. Here's to thinking my bad posture and my bad shoulder might be connected... Again, I am very grateful for the private medical health care R has through his company, I might finally get some use out of it.

NYC

I am very tired. Have had a fantastic 4 days in NYC but all I want to do now is sleep. Am trying my best to stay awake. Landed at 7.50 this morning and Hubby fetched from airport before having to shoot off to Bristol for work. This left me with entertaining myself as to not fall asleep. Having watched a lot of recorded things on Sky+ (kind of like TiVO for you Americans) my eyelids gave up in the middle of an episode of Desperate Housewives. Had a little nap for 3 hours and have since managed to stay awake for about another 3 hours. Tiredness (or exhaustion) is now setting in. 

I didn't spent too much money in NYC. It was more of a comfortable amount. I also brought a small suitcase for a reason. Nevertheless, I managed 3 new handbags, two coats, one top, some earrings (which I had just had to tear my office apart for as I thought I had lost them) and a crap load of alcohol and food. NYC ain't cheap but it is a fantastic city and I would quite like to move there. How to convince Hubby?

It was L and C's first time in the City so we did some of the tourist things i.e. Statue of Liberty, bus tours, water taxi etc... As it was foggy (we blame tropical hurricane Luke) I didn't got to the Empire State building with them as there was no view whatsoever. Not sure if L and C made it there after I left though. 

Need to crash now. More will follow tomorrow.

Lack of exercise

Sunday: Did Ashtanga yoga and nearly twisted my hip out of its joint. Was good but ikkle bit painful.
Monday: No exercise as had to work late. Also slight suffering from hip-twisting
Tuesday: Missed lunch-time pilates class (still not very sure about pilates, feels like there is something missing) as was busy working (fancy that) and had not switched on my outlook automated reminder. Note to self - Must set it.
Wednesday: Will be enjoying the cinema with L and E (it is monthly Ladies Night) thus not exercising. Will be eating popcorn for dinner.

So, this means rest of week will be as follows:
Thursday: Lunch-time yoga and then Ashtanga yoga after work
Friday: Will have to do some running. I need to.
Saturday: Day off
Sunday: Ashtanga yo..shock, horror! Just remembered Matt won't be there. Wonder if we will get a sub?

It's not like me

There were two things I swore I would never do again: Have O2 as mobile phone provider and bank with Barclays.

I am now with O2 and I bank with Barclays. How??? What happened??? I was so adamant. I feel like a cheat.

Christmas in Goa

The new me (slightly slimmer version who can actually run on the thread mill for more than 1 minute) is finally going to India to practise some yoga. It wasn't actually my idea, it was M's. She told me what she was doing for her 30th and I could not NOT go. Two weeks in Goa over Christmas and New Years practising Ashtanga Yoga with David Swenson - one of the world's best teachers. I have about 3 months to get fit and very good at yoga. Is doable. The one thing that bothers me slightly is the vegetarian cuisine. I quite like vegetarian food but... What? Not even a little turkey on Christmas day??? No Christmas ham?  I will have to drown my sorrows in pints of Kingfisher and dance around a palm tree. 

I also have to sort my visa for India but I cannot do so until we have returned from NYC. Oh, did I not tell you? Off for a girlie weekend in New York with L, L and C at the end of the month. There will be Cosmopolitans and Manolo Blahniks galore. Hooray!

I finally did it

Ta-dah! I have gotten myself a new blog, a new phone and I am finally starting my yoga practice again. It's been a long time coming. Is this the new me?