Tip of the day - don't wear plimsolls to a Seal Sanctuary.

Good evening all,

Word of the day (although it's from a thesaurus not a dictionary as I couldn't find/didn't buy one) -

Aberrant: the opposite of normal/typical.

Today I realised I have no suitable shoes for the winter weather. At all. Not even a welly. This became a problem when I went to the Seal Sanctuary in Gleek. Yep, a sanctuary for seals, in a place called Gleek (near Helston, just in case you wished to know). It was already freezing and I couldn't feel my toes, but the main problem occurred when it started to rain. The rain decided to collect every single fallen leaf and mix it all with mud, then aim towards my plimsolls. My white plimsolls. I already felt aberrant (possibly not the right place for this word but whatevs) as Trees-Are-Green had had a go at me for my shoe choice (not that I had any other option!!!) resulting in me nearly not going. But hey ho, I went, and every single person I passed looked at my feet and gave the look of... "Why is she wearing plimsolls? Silly girl." or "Ooh, you shouldn't be wearing plimsolls at a place like this in this weather." Really? Really???? You think I don't know that?? If I had better shoes don't you think I would be wearing them???? Bloody hell I might as well have been wearing stilettos!

Then, I went to collect my car which was at the garage for the second time in the three months since I've bought it. They story goes... I bought a car, the buggers lied about it and it has since had many a problem costing me many a pound. The mechanic also felt it necessary to tell me that it needs two new tires, new tracking and a whole lot more that I can't remember as I was simultaneously planning how I would be able to afford all this. Perhaps rob a bank, sell my body etc etc. To top it off, £180 later, when I took the car for a drive, the thing that had made us take it to the garage in the first place still bloody happened! The main reason I hate cars and garages etc is because I don't understand them, therefore I can't tell when something is actually wrong and what is should cost.

Rant over. So today I walked around with wet and mud-covered plimsolls for ages whilst looking at different kinds of seals, decided I need to marry a mechanic and then ordered a pair of Uggs. Well, I accidentally ordered two pairs and then frantically sent an email to the Ugg people saying that I only wanted one pair. Apparently it happens all the time... then surely there is a problem with your site???

I seem to remember that I told you today would be the start of my journey to having the body of a goddess. Well, seeing as yesterday I failed to eat all of the selection box chocolate, today I completed that task. Along with a magnum mini and some biscuits. Having felt guilty for all of 10 seconds, I then realised that I am meant to be curvy. If people like me in the world did not exist, then the word 'curvaceous', which if I'm honest is a darn good word, would also not exist. Therefore, in the interest of mankind, I shall be eating as many biscuits and magnum minis as I like. Until my jeans don't fit, then that's a problem. But until that day, goodbye diet!

Anyway, today was not my day. But put in perspective of others less fortunate than myself, I really shouldn't moan. Tomorrow I'm back to uni, oh the joy. So tonight I'm doing all the work I should have already done. Again, oh the joy. But I best get started.

Mil x