Ellie's World
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Friday, 23 April 2010
The one in which I am not a Victoria's Secret Model
What a day! This morning I felt sick as a dog from eating something my body just doesn't tolerate (about a year ago after endlessly being told I had IBS and hating going out because I constantly felt nauseous, I went to see a lady who did weird things with little bottles - ask me if you want me to elaborate further - and we discovered I am intolerant to a vast array of foods - a fact which I sometimes forget) and then in the afternoon I drove to Bath (the place, not the porcelain) for an appointment only to discover what they should've been testing me for was early onset dementia because my appointment isn't until next Monday. That was fairly embarrassing, throwing bashful 'happens to everyone' expressions at the much-sharper white-haired lady in the waiting room who had been capable of distinguishing between 7 different days of the week. Coming out of the hospital building I rang my bf to despair, seek sympathy and speculate if I'm losing my marbles. Whilst I whined, he reassured; I walked around the sun-lit streets and was once again struck with the sheer beauty of Bath. The characteristic sandy-brick buildings that are the dead-giveaway of your location in Bath are just stunning; if you've never been I recommend it and if you're not able to visit then at the very least give it a google (or bing...or any other search engine). Don't be sad if you only get to look at the beautiful views online because that does mean you miss out on the residents of Bath, who have an unnerving habit of bashing into you and almost knocking you clean off your feet: I was even barged off the pavement today by a pigeon in Bath. Absolutely no-one gives way.
Bath is home to two of my favourite places: the Roman Baths, which are absolutely staggering and mind-blowing, with the original lead pipework (the Romans being the ancestors from which all plumbers descend); and the Bath Thermae Spa, which is in essence the greatest place to max out in a bikini bubbling around in a hot swimming pool on a roof terrace. Unfortunately, even though I found myself in Bath on a hot, sunny day I didn't have the funds or company for either of my favourite activities in Bath so instead I wandered around the shops (the bf had said if I could find a dress for £20 he'd buy me it for our meal out next week). I didn't find a dress, and quite frankly the few attempts to try clothes did for my self esteem what Hitler did for the jews. It was hideous. Why do all mirrors hate me? I want nothing more than to look like a Victoria's Secret Model. Actually, sack that, I'd like to be a VS model. Unfortunately for me, I am about a foot too short and a foot too wide. This thought depresses me daily and doesn't stop my endless efforts to improve my body.
Anyway, I didn't buy a dress but I did try a new look (£6 for new thin silver hoop earrings) and a double chocolate chip cookie for the bf :o)and even better, I found a dress online for £21 so I'll be ordering that soon! I might post a blog to show you if it looks half decent :o)
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This post could easily land you in a Sex and the city episode ;)
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