Mixed emotions

 

Libby has been for her quarterly vet review. Normally we get 'she's doing really well but I'm sure this time she only has 4 weeks left' and then we're back 3 months later! This time the vet didn't try to tell me she would die within a month. Libby was told 'you're amazing and a proper miracle'. And long may it continue! Of course one of these days the vet will be right, but we're still taking it a day at a time and she's living her best life. My mum got a friend to paint her (see this week's picture). It's such a good likeness and I love it! 

I've taken my wedding ring to the jewellers to be sized. It was a strange feeling. I was excited because it's been too small to wear for about 8 years, and I've missed it, it means such a lot to me. But it was also sad and disappointing because it is another nail in the dieting coffin. I haven't had it sized before now because I was going to slim into it, obvs! But my slimmer body has sailed away, and I'm still trying to get used to it. I genuinely think I'm mourning my figure, the one I had a decade ago. Poops!

Something strange happened at work the other day. My supervisor asked me, very sincerely, 'are you ok Gilly?' I was fine, at least I thought so, but tears sprung into eyes. It was like Pavlov's dogs. An automatic reaction, beyond my control and without my consent. I was perfectly fine and had no inkling or desire to cry. Very baffling. Though I wonder if she could see my Eeyore cloud? 

I had another NFG (normal for Gilly) moment at work this week. I was taking a customer's order across the floor when another lady stopped me to tell me her table was wobbly and could I fix it? Of course. I delivered the lunch then got a napkin. Back at the table I got down on to my knees, gave the table a jolly good rock to locate the wobble, told the ladies to hold their coffees as I lifted one leg (the table not mine) when I suddenly heard a voice saying 'we're over here!' I looked up to see two very bemused customers - I was only at the wrong table! 

Remember that opinions are not facts.

This week's contribution is from my daughter.

Job title - Home interior stylist

What do you do in a nutshell? - I design rooms for customers to renovate their homes

Best bits - spending other people's money

Worst bits - overly clingy clients 

Something surprising? - function is more important than style

Anecdote? - sorry, she couldn't think of one! Boo