lemonadepie

Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!
Nine days to go!

I can't wait any longer, I want my prepacked inflight meal, my cramped plane seat (it was cramped five years ago when I last set foot on a plane, now 2 stone heavier, I am anxious to know if I will fit in the seat), and laugh at the orange fake tan air stewardess who is wearing far too much make up, and hair pulled back so tight she looks permanently surprised. You always get one.

I was going to take this week off. Maybe go for a few swims to tone my white lard flesh into some sort of reasonable shape, but I have to work. Oh well. This is me, chubby, lily white, and ready to sqeeze into my tankini and hit the beach.

Nothing else is really happening. Went for my second interview at an executive head hunting company yesterday, now it's just down to me and one other. I don't know if I want the job, it's admin, but it seems so involved, with long working hours, and it's in Chichester which is miles from Portsmouth. I'm confused. Oh well, maybe I won't have to make that decision after all!

Currently compiling my Ipod playlist for my hols - any suggestions?

Hope everyone is A-OK!!