21 April 2010

Stephanie Kirkham.

She's only come to my attention because of the Peugeot advert and I think that is going to be the case for a lot of people.
I really like her voice, it's different but in a very good way.

Anyway, I love this track:



Brilliant.

And I don't know about anybody else but these lyrics struck a chord with me;

Oh no (oh no), there's nothing to say
It's inappropriate (can't walk away)
Can't walk away
It's inappropriate (how can I explain?)
How can I explain?
When you stop and smile at me
Don't you know what you're doing to me? oh no

I want to run, no-where to hide
It's eating me
Thinking of you now - can't sleep
Dreaming of you, I know I shouldn't be.


I think everyone must have felt like that about someone at some point. :o)


20 April 2010

Plastered.

Literally. I spent almost four hours in the local hospital yesterday morning and the conclusion was that my foot is not healing as it should and if it was left as it was then it would not heal and also cause problems later on.

So I'm the owner of a deep purple cast that goes from my toes to just below my knee on my left leg. Wonderful.

I'm banned from riding, walking without crutches (even to go to the loo!) and only allowed to put a maximum of 30% weight on my left foot.

I have three weeks and then they're calling me back for more X-rays and either they'll remove the cast or leave it on for another three-four weeks.

I've had ot on for 24 hours so far and already I've bruised my shin on my left leg by kicking myself in my sleep.
Oh, and plaster casts are passion killers. I gathered this anyway but if, like me, you kick out in your sleep it's either going to hurt the person you're sharing a bed with or ruin their chances of ever having children....

But I've set myself a challenge. I have a prior engagement to hit the town on Friday night and I'm going to go out armed with a marker pen and see how many signatures I can collect on my leg!
I don't know how much sense they'll make on Saturday morning or whether I'll need to scribble any comments out but we shall see.

If nothing else I'll get doors opened for me!





Oh, and if you're reading this mum, I told you it wasn't just a bruise!