The weather over the past few days has been absolutely beautiful, that beautiful that I took to the park with D and the puppy for a picnic. Ended up meeting a few more canine friends as they came up to our blanket to have a sniff around at the McDonalds bags (sorry dogs, too late!) and size up (or down) my chi chi. There’s nothing more discomforting than having a huge, heavy breathing white doggie face suddenly appear between you both to cries of “NO CHARLIE!!!!” in the distance…

Anybody who’a had a personal trainer will understand me when I say that there’s a real Love Hate relationship going down between the two of you. Hate when they’re in your face shouting, “COME ON! PUSH! BREATHE OUT!” (Mate, I’m not in labour here. I’m on a bloody exercise bike!) and Love when you feel the ‘walking on air’ benefit afterwards. I’m determined to get in shape for the all important special someone’s birthday next weekend but really, how many stones can you shed in a week? Better get on the speed foods and doing overtime on the treadmill!

It’s unreal how much I’m stressing over the whole thing. Sleepless nights, beauty regimes and attention to detail are just the tip on the iceberg.

On a lighter note, I managed to conquer my fear of stand up sunbeds today. Proud, much? Yes, I may have dragged my mum into the tanning booth with me, yes I may have made her stand there and coach me throughout the torturous 4 minutes of ray blasting, but I did it! Finally! This brings me on to something that really confused me, people who use tanning beds will understand what I mean but what on earth is the point of the tiny eye covers the spa give you that hold the name…wait for it…Winkies?! I obviously understand that they need to be worn to protect the eyes, but they’re about as effective as spitting at a whale. Tiny golden stickers that you’re meant to push into a conical shape and wear in a way not dissimilar to the single eye glass sported by the Duke in Cinderella. They literally make you look like a prat. Standing there naked wearing golden cones in your eyes…somebody must be having a right laugh somewhere.

My afternoon was not nearly as satisfying as my morning: it’s safe to say that my puppy is no Lassie when you’re in a spot of bother. I knocked myself out earlier today by standing up and banging my head on a window (idiot strikes again) and woke up to the puppy running around me yapping with glee. She obviously thought it was an amazingly fun game of playing dead. As I tried to stand up with blurred vision and a throbbing head she took to biting my fingers as hard as she could and ragging my sleeves. Sigh.

After spending all afternoon in bed sleeping, I’m still nowhere near clear of the throb in my head and what’s even worse is that a huge moth just landed on my hand whilst I’m sat here typing. Yes, just now! Admittedly, I just had the biggest spaz attack ever and am now sat in fear of the beasts return. This will definitely be a sleepless night…