Brazilian Butt Lift

Okay, so I don't get enough sleep.  OH out at least two nights a week singing until late.  Up early to join the rat race round the motorway. Never get through the night without being wakened several times by my little feline poppet trying to get her 'milkies' by kneading any bit of my body available and preferably exposed with her lethal little paws... but she's so adorable what is there to do! Last night I opted to put two layers on the top half so that I could sleep through the claws, but still woke up exhausted.  Got to work at 8.30am and didn't have a moment without something to do until I left at 6.30pm.  I am looking forward to time off!

I've got a new system for dealing with that faint-from-hunger-and-tired feeling when you get in the door and there's no-one else there - I rehearse an exact sequence of movements and then work through them methodically: Keys, alarm, (stroke cats) glasses, coat, (feed cats) grill on, foil on tray, food out of fridge (stroke cats) salmon on tray, seasoning on salmon, salmon under grill, vegetables chopped and dry fried with seasoning, drink poured, tray prepared, TV on, (stroke cats) computer out, DINNER!!!  Tonight Sophie was sick on the window ledge after eating (nice retching noise from behind the curtain) - definitely hairballs again - but I managed to absorb that in the routine without getting sidetracked for too long.  Once I've eaten some energy returns and it's time to put my feet up in front of some mindless TV :-)

Boob job and Brazilian Butt Lift :-)

Tonight a nice episode of Criminal Minds followed by one of my latest 'horror shows' - Stitch Me, Lift Me Tuck Me...  This is a Harley Street Clinic with a proud specialism in providing plastic surgery for people with more money than sense.  Lots of has-been celebrity clients (as well as would-be stars) but this week the 'star' for me has been the girl having a 'Brazilian Butt Lift'.  Here is a young lady who has been depressed about her appearance for some time because she thinks her bottom should stick out more...  STICK OUT MORE!  Yes, you heard me.  For someone who all her adult life has fought against the tendency of her body to stick out in every area that compromises a smooth clothing line, the thought of having fat sucked out of your stomach and injected into your bottom to make it bigger is truly astonishing.   This painful procedure (imagine sitting down with your bottom covered in stitches) has for her been totally worth it.  Don't get me wrong - this was not a girl who had anything WRONG with her bottom - it wasn't baggy or saggy or even just plain old tired - this was a pretty young girl (a little on the chubby side) with lovely hair and skin who is only now getting herself a bikini and speaking of having the confidence to strut her stuff on some exotic foreign beach.  She just need a bigger butt - to match her bigger boobs.  Another success story for the clinic.

This Saturday I'm having possibly my first operation in the next few months (more later, don't ask) - and this is a minor one.  I'm having the lens in my right eye replaced - my second cataract surgery.  It's come up quicker than I thought and I'm glad.  Last time I left it to get really bad (getting more expensive pairs of glasses to compensate) until I could only see 4 inches in front of my face.  Not this time.  Yes I'm scared; I'm a woos and I admit it.  But I know it's never going to get any better.  I've got the hairdresser booked for 3 days later to tidy up my shaggy mop and fading tones - Jon is taking me.  Tired as I am that will really make me feel a million dollars, and all for the price of a cut and colour :-)