fur coats , stiletto's, orange people and queues

Yup, all of the above were things that we saw on our weekend away at Alton Towers.
I don't have the energy right now to go into why people were wearing full length fur coats and stilettos to a theme park, and it would all be speculation anyway, but the orange people were scary.
I sort of hope it was fake tan, but somehow i doubt it.
Lets just say that on a chilly drizzly english easter sunday I didn't expect to be confronted with bare middles, low tops, corsets, 5 inch heels and spray painted faces .

Do you know what?

today i am mainly feeling lethargic.

well it makes me feel better

This article has just confirmed something that has been bothering me for the last couple of years.

It's something that has happened on a regular basis ever since I breast fed, and has ranged from a clear straw coloured fluid to dark green at times, and i admit, the dark green has worried me somewhat.
Especially since, having got up the courage to get it checked, I came up against an overworked cow of a doctor who barked that 'green means its old blood' after ultrasounding my boobs, as if this explains it and makes it all ok.
And I admit, the words didn't sink in till I was out of the hospital, I just heard the inference that it was all ok from her exasperated tone of voice.

But it has worried me.

And I have thought about getting checked again.

At least now i know WHY she seemed to think that it was all normal.
Underactive thyroid added to the whole post breastfeeding thing add up to a high likelyhood of a discharge, and at the same time the reassurance that the ultrasound would have picked up any of the nasties the article talks about.

and I feel a whole lot happier.

drooling

I bought the biba book on my last shopping trip to waterstones.
*heart*

Pixar and stuff

Yesterday I got to do loads of stuff that I like doing.
I got to see the Pixar exhibition at the Science Museum.

I got to drink tea and talk to one of my fave people.
In one of my fave places.

I bought lots of sweetie type goodies for my girlies [ and for me ].

I stuffed my face with loads of meaty goodness at one of my fave restaurants.

I bought a shirt from M+S.

I saw a woman on an old pushbike cycling through Soho singing an aria at the top of her voice.

And perched in an apparently random fashion on the edge of a blockbrick warehouse, a beautiful piece of old church architecture with a large stained glass window.

I really must take time to take the photos that I've logged in my head sometimes as I travel .
There's a view from waterloo east station across the roofs and chimneypots that sit level with the platform, a twisted silhouette, black and ivory of 2 trees that is just glorious in a field on my way to work, at least 2 hidden gates going no-where, just relics of old walkways long disused and so much more.
Things that I pass by and see, unable to stop as I drive or rattle inside a railway cariage.
I wonder if that lone foxglove will show again this year?
And I wonder if THIS time I'll get to capture it.