Awoke this morning with a blinding headache ... maybe it's the Botox working. Oh goody, but oh baddy if I have to hold my head to stop it splitting open for the next three months. I saw Thin Jenny yesterday who asked me if Mr Smith and I were getting on OK. I thought this was a bit odd but then realised it was in reference to the bruising on my forehead and under my left eye. Glad she noticed and it's not just me exaggerating it for dramatic purposes, as can sometimes be my wont. Actually, Mr Smith is behaving quite well these days and hasn't gone off his trolly about the Botox ... yet. This is because I haven't told him how much it cost; he probably would be able to think up a less expensive way to get a black eye.
Yesterday's painting class went well. Andrea brought along some photos and we painted her daughter with boyfriend. My representation of Zoe was somewhat wide of the mark and she had an awful squint whereas Andrea's boyfriend effort was pretty damned good. How annoying!
Internet Dating Jane and I stirred beautifully and made two Christmas puddings. I don't think mine will ever be eaten as nobody likes it much and we go elsewhere for Christmas lunch anyway. However, I am going to repeat the procedure with a Christmas cake today. Oh well, it's all about keeping traditions alive and not forgetting to overeat until you explode at Christmas.
Off to restock pillows for seaside and replace broken glasses due to the smashems I seem to have every time I go there. It beats washing up. I'll brave Ikea.
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