february aches

This morning I awoke with a crick in my back and my right shoulder achy after a fight with the doona in the middle of the night. Flopped out of bed and ate my high fibre breakfast with my ‘less than 1%’ milk. As I combed my hair the forest of gray hairs appears to have propagated another pesky patch (note to self: book hair appointment).  Squeezed into my jeans and made sure the top is long enough to hide the ‘muffin tops’…….. and then to the misery of the shops on Sunday. Misery because my goal was to replace a pair of old faithful black trousers – which had become so threadbare that one false move and I am certain I will be flashing my derriere at unsuspecting London!  And so I set off.

How is it that the grey February days can make you feel so old, so frightfully boring and so incredibly fat all before you even get out of bed!