Not the best start but a much better end

Not the best start to the day.  I was bathing Nat and he did a poo in the bath so after quickly whipping him out and drying him off, I started my morning fishing poo out of the bath water and flushing it down the toilet.

The morning got much better though as I firstly baked some courgette and cheese muffins.  Seb is on medication that supresses his appetite during the day so he has a habit of either forgetting to eat his sandwiches or throwing them in the bin in an attempt to make me believe he has eaten them.  He loves eating little bowls of pasta or savoury muffins though so I thought I would try this new recipe out.  Didn't have all the right ingredients so had to improvise a little.  Also left them in the oven slightly too long so they are perhaps more 'golden' than they are intended to be.  Lets' hope they are a hit with the boys!

Even my muffins have to be heart shaped!

Anyway, while the muffins were cooling I skyped my brother Luke and his family in Australia.  It was my niece Susannah's birthday yesterday and it was really lovely to see Luke, his wife Carolyn and the three children Susannah, Samuel and Joshua.  I had a really nice chat with Luke as well.  It is strange though to think it was only 10.30am here and he was just about to read the children a bedtime story.  Really odd!

I also spoke to my best friend George who lives in Cornwall as it is her birthday today.  Love catching up with her and all her news.  We are going down for to Cornwall in a couple of weeks time and I cannot wait to see her again.

Then this afternoon I went to the hairdressers to get my hair done.  The place I go to is rather tatty and 'take it as you find it' but it is quite reasonably priced so it is worth putting up with the scuffed woodwork, dusty surfaces and lack of luxury.  It is quite a friendly salon and the owner Gary is very laid back.  The staff seem to always have various friends popping in for a chat and when they have no clients they seem quite happy to lounge on the sofas playing on their mobile phones.

Anyway I was asked if I wanted a drink so I asked for a black coffee.  The girl asked if I would like sugar and I replied "no thank you".  A couple of minutes later a steaming mug of coffee was placed in front of me.  I took a sip and realised yuk it had sugar in it.  But did I say anything? 

No of course not.  Good old British reserve meant I just put up with it and drank it anyway.

Having put the colour on my hair I was asked to move over to the sofas.  I started to stroke Gary's eight week old Huskie/Labrador cross puppy.  She looked so adorable, cute and fluffy.  I was giving her a nice petting when she (getting over excited) opened her jaws and clamped them over my right forearm and sank her teeth into my flesh. I was tugging my arm and trying to prise her jaws open to no avail.  I was more worried about the possiblity she might rip my cardigan than the fact that her surprisingly sharp teeth were breaking through my skin.  Gary looked over and saw me struggling and told me to tap the puppy on the nose.  I tried that and the puppy dug her teeth in even harder.  In the end Gary was forced to leave his customer and come and rescue me.  I now have a nicely bruised arm. 

I settled back to read my book hoping that I might get offered another coffee but not brave enough to ask for one.  The puppy then decided to attack my feet and start chewing my shoe laces.  She managed to untie both laces and was tugging away at them.  Gary looked over at his dog and carried on styling his client's hair.  The dog meanwhile sank her teeth into my ankle.  Great I now have puncture wounds to both my arm and my leg!

Finally Gary's client left the salon and Gary came and kindly removed the dog from my foot.

I was led over to the basin to have the colour washed off my hair.  The girl asked "How's the temperature of the water?  Is it OK for you?"  As always, it was rather on the cold side butc did I say 'well actually I would prefer it a little warmer please?' 

No. Yet again I dutifully replied "Oh yes thank you it is fine" and sat there uncomfortably shivering for the next five minutes.

Anyway after a not so relaxing couple of hours in the hair salon I had to pop to the optician's to help David choose some new glasses.  On the way there we passed a charity shop with a lovely blue jacket in the window.  It was slightly shimmery fabric so even though it is too small for me I couldn't resist buying it.  I am sure I only have to lose a few pounds until I can easily 'shrink into' it!

Anyway, David is out at a Friday night band rehearsal, Seb is at youth club, Nat is tucked up in bed so I am going to snuggle up with a cup of coffee to enjoy my guilty pleasure - a recorded episode of Desperate Housewives.  I love asking my friends which housewife they relate to or wish they were.  Most people usually want to be the artistic, fun and quirky Susan or the ultra glamorous and beautiful Gabrielle.  I personally aspire to be the perfect Bree with her classic and elegant outfits, beautiful home and wonderful baking. However, in reality I fear I am more likely to be considered to be the frantic Lynette with an untidy chaotic house, sourrounded by wild children wreaking havoc and baby puke on my blouse.

Bree, Gaby, Lynette and Susan