Christmas joys

Last night it snowed. Last night M and I danced under the street light lighing up the thick heavy flakes that were settling around us and we kissed in the cold, the snow gently falling on her hair, coats and eyelashes.
Last night we watched Bobbi discover the snow. He walked across the patio taking long strides, leaving tiny paw prints stretched too far making him look, frankly, really silly.

Today I make thousands of star shaped Christmas cookies to give as presents. I only ate two, and one was burnt anyway.
Today I listened to radio one from 10am onwards and cried when Greg James played his 'best of the radio' which was Terry Wogan saying goodbye to his listeners on his last ever show. I don't even like him, but damn the speech was good.

Today I had to go to my local cake decoration shop (yes, that's right) and buy more snowy white icing to go on my cookies. I had the correct change and the shop owner called me a 'good girl'. I felt warm and fuzzy inside.

I love my days off.

Today

Today I laughed a customer and simultaneously realised my job undermines my intelligence, yet again. When I say I laughed at her, I was actually laughing AT her, definitely not with her. Picture the scene: We have run out of stock of catnip pet toys. More specifically, mouse,fish and bird shaped cat nip filled fabric toy things for your cat. These things sell faster than hot cakes on a cold day. We had 400 delivered on Wednesday. We were sold out on Saturday. All day Sunday I had to literally break people's hearts by telling them, no, we don't have any until next week.
Today, for the thousandth time, a woman came in asking for said product. Because it had got to the point in the afternoon where I was hysterical/delirious/beyond caring, I laughed when she said 'Well I find this utterly unacceptable! It is absolutely ridiculous!' and ranted for a while in a very posh angry voice. I laughed, because yes, Madam, it is ridiculous that so many people can get SO upset over cat toys.

This is my job. I have to tell people over and over and over again we are out of stock of things they want, but do not need. Imagine being a doctor and having to tell people they're ill or going to die?

I can't take the strain.

So when I got home, I did the washing up, put a cake in the oven, pre-made supper and poured myself and M a gin. Ahhhhh..... and thanked my lucky (purple and gold Christmas themed) stars that Bobbi isn't interested in catnip toys. 'Cos the owners turn into nutters. Or as I like to call them, nippers.

Favourite food

Recently have made self-observation. Regardless of whether am ill, sad, alone etc. My favourite comfort foods also happen to be the same foods that I adored as a child. Observe.

• Peanut butter and jam sandwiches, with a glass o' milk
• Spagetti hoops on toast with grated cheese
• Fish fingers, chips and peas with tomato sauce
• Sausage, egg and chips
• Tomato soup with cheese on toast
• Jacket potato with tuna fish

I have also realised nothing on this list is particularly healthy. Such is life.

When I'm feeling healthy, happy, sociable, I enjoy much more adult palates. Honest.

Media mix up

It is my day off today. I left my house at 10am to get the bus into Bristol, do a bit of shopping for my friend's birthday present before coming home, washing the kitchen floor, hoovering and dusting the rest of the house and changing the bedroom sheets. Then I had lunch, made a cake and blew up some balloons. I am a healthy, active 22 year old woman. Everywhere I look, billboards, supermarkets, TV, radio, MAGAZINES (though I don't buy them, doesn't stop you looking at the front covers) - everywhere talks about losing weight, eating less salt, doing more exercise etcetc. So I'm watching Living TV (I'm done with chores now, time for some tea) and there is a program about how thin celebrities like Victoria Beckham, Misha Barton got in 2009. How dangerous it is to be that thin and how awful they look. What's the next advert? America's Next Top Model showing 12 rake thin girls all DYING to get on the catwalk.

I don't understand. On the one hand we're supposed to be cooking from scratch but for God's sake don't use salt. Eat healthy, three meals a day. On the other you've got the celebs who talk about how much cabbage soup or whatever the hell they're throwing up and how great they look.

Media - decide. In my opinion, eat something for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Have a cup of tea in between and if your whole meal is beige, maybe add some colour. Make sure when you walk, you're out of breath. Take the stairs, not the lift. Dance around the house while you do the dusting. It can't be that difficult, to be healthy without the media forcing you to do this, but then do that when they change their mind.

And if you can see all your bones in your pelvis from the back - you have serious problems.