Well whilst there are a lot of things happening in my life at the moment, I think my body is starting to show some signs of stress, which I am going to have to face up to. Speaking of stress, I had a call out of the blue today from a girl (aka weird married freak that had a bit of a crush on me) I used to work with who has set up her own business and wanted to tell me all about it. Not quite sure why, never been interested in anything she had to say and I didn’t make much effort to hide it. I think she maybe thought I was playing hard to get or something! I was just praying she wasn’t going to ask me whether I would be interested in working with her because I’m not quite sure what I would have said to that one. F*ck off springs to mind, but of course I am way too professional to say that! Fortunately she didn’t ask, but showed an unnatural interest in whether I was happy at work currently and that she would keep in frequent contact with me. Great. How do I get rid of her now? I’m gonna be stalked forever.

Anyway I’m spending a lot of the weekend with my best friend and on Monday we are going to Champney’s, so I decided for a long weekend I would take half a day off work today to meet her for lunch. I think she ate too many chips as she just called me to say that when she went back to work after meeting me, she got into her office, caught her heel in the hem of her trousers which put pressure on the seam and the nice black trousers split to reveal her white knickers!! I haven’t laughed so much in ages. Bearing in mind she is a ‘highly professional’ solicitor with clients visiting regularly, she had to lock herself in her office, pull down the blinds and stay in there until someone came back to her with a sewing kit from the town! Brilliant!

So back home from the lunch fun I have the house to myself whilst my husband is away on a golfing tournament overnight. Perfect opportunity for catching up on me time, contemplating my navel and all that and then tragedy strikes. An hour into my alone time I had a look at my hair and discovered what really shouldn’t be there, aaaahhhhhh a grey hair….. OH MY GOD!!

OK so I am somewhat in distress and immediately call my hairdressers to see whether within 30 minutes they can fit me in for highlights! No, no appointments free but they could cut it for me. Didn’t really want to tell them that it is to cover my ageing tired manky grey hair… this can’t be happening, I can’t be ageing. This is what happens when you work see, I knew I should have been a lady of leisure.

The lack of a hair appointment was quite disturbing in itself, then I receive a call from my boss. I thought I had better answer the phone to her this time, so I confided my hair stress to her (which immediately went around the office!) and of course the natural reaction is not one of sympathy and comfort, but to ask me whether I found it upstairs or downstairs!! JESUS, I am shocked that I could find one upstairs, the thought of turning grey downstairs has never even occurred to me. S*it, what do you do then, can’t really take a trip to the salon for that one. Will ‘Just for Men’ do it, boot polish, I don’t know, oh God does this really happen, does it mark the end of sex life too?! This is my naiivety to the world of ageing, clearly she is an experienced veteran in the old greying both ends situation but I didn’t want to labour the point... Balding isn’t appealing either so that was no extra comfort! This afternoon will now see me Googling ageing and seeing what other major delights I will find on my quest to becoming wise.

Ageing tragedy aside I had another one of those dreams in the early hours last night which hangs around with you all day. In my dream I was very heavily pregnant with just 2 weeks left to go and remember being in a lot of pain in my dream as this alien inside me was wriggling about. I was walking around with my hand under my belly to support it - I think I was about to go into labour. Well in this dream I saw one of my hiring managers that I haven’t seen for a while and he commented on how great I looked to be pregnant. To cut a long story short I woke up to find myself gripping my stomach as in my dream with a terrible stomach ache whilst actually having an affection for a manager that I absolutely do not (he is no ‘Emmanuel’ let me tell you). Very weird, I don’t know what it all means, I am sure there is some psycho mumbo that means I am an axe murderer at heart or something, but obviously what it really means is I am going to have an affair with this manager and he is going to get me pregnant! Clearly.

So whilst I now have the rest of the day to look forward to on my own, I have to say that I really am not enjoying it. The theory sounds great, but in reality, what do I do? I told myself I wouldn’t do any house work and just focus on relaxing, but really I have absolutely no clue how to relax. I have such an active mind that by the time I have written this, I will be terribly bored again and no doubt find some other ailment wrong with me because it will keep me occupied for another 20 minutes whilst I try and find a solution to the problem.

Hmmm, day time TV it is!