It’s all in the hands of the masseuse

I feel I was a bit of a late comer to a massage, not something my parents ever did until they went to Thailand and that was when they had retired so when my friend Lisa was thirty Peter suggested we went to The Sanctuary which was in Covent Garden but alas closed in May 2014, anyway we had a day planned and both were massage virgins. We both were led away separately and taken to a room with a bed with heavenly scents and soothing music. I enjoyed this sensual massage and felt very relaxed whilst the lady spoke to me gently. After I went back around the pool and laid on a sun bed flicking through a magazine and I gave it a 10 out of 10 but when Lisa came out red faced marching towards me I wondered what had happened, her experience was nothing like mine as she explained that Helga the Shot Putter had pulled her knickers down and massaged her bum and was very close to something else. Lisa was so indignant I laughed so hard, she felt violated even now I only spoke about it to her this weekend and she still shivers at the thought but when I think about it, makes me smile. Since then we have been for a head and shoulder massage together just to be safe and Lisa went to Greece where she had an amazing experience.

Only a little while ago whilst in Spain Peter suggested I have a massage on the beach by a Chinese lady, I was happy with that and while I lay there relaxed in the sun having my shoulders massaged I wondered if she is massaging my back then who the hell is massaging my calves, when I looked round there was a tiny creepy Chinese man literally at the foot of the bed going at my legs. VERY uncomfortable and disturbing to say the least. Peter however found this very amusing. I’m not doing that again!

When we visited Thailand it seemed to be the everyday norm on the beach so advised Poppy #1 daughter when she visited she should go for one…..oh no no her experience was dreadful being pulled about and put in positions without a bra on and with an audience.! That experience she will never forget and never wants to experience it again, since then a friend told her she had the same sort of massage as her while visiting Thailand, this gives her a little bit of comfort. Does make me chuckle though.

The more I write about massages the more I remember having more. Max #1 son bought me a voucher for a full massage in a local Rush Beauty , it was great until she massaged one side of my shoulder with her elbow which was excruciating, I thought I was going to scream, then it was over until I realised she was going to do the same to the other shoulder ouch now that hurt but a good all round massage.

A massage can be a personal thing. With a person you don’t know touching you whilst you are undressed and vulnerable, so can be quite intimidating to say the least. Whilst working in a school a male member of staff massaged my back in a friendly way while I sat at my desk I did laugh but this could have been taken in the wrong way but of course I didn’t… the girls around me laughed out loud at my red face. We a left in the hands of the masseuse we don’t ask for identification or certificates so any Tom, Dick or Harry can do it..ha

I look forward to my next massage not on the beach in Spain, maybe in Thailand but I haven’t been put off just yet!!!

 

Its Definitely A Girl Thing #Bras

Now I’m not the smallest girl on top I’m talking boobs, tits, bosoms, breasts whatever you might call them. Mine didn’t make an appearance till I was around 15. I remember laying in bed watching my sister in front of our dressing table mirror thinking oh my god am I going to get them one day, now my sister is ten years older than me so being a six year old looking at a sixteen year old this took an amazingly long time and when they did grow they decided not to stop!

Shopping for bras was excruciating when I was younger, being measured by a matronly women in a department store and being given certain wide strapped frumpy harnesses, which would make me feel ghastly with a lump in my throat. Having to endure a fateful Christmas giving and receiving presents with my 2 brothers, sister and other halves when my mum gave me my pressie “exciting” you would think but HELL NO! I unwrapped the most hideous, old granny bra with a comment from my mum “it was the only one in your size” Kill me moment comes to mind the bloody straps could of held up an elephant.

Thank god for the person who actually realised its not just old ladies that have larger breast or even tiny ones. We need and want to wear something pretty not some old fashioned restraining mechanism. Now you can go to Marks and Spencer’s on the high street and pick one off the shelf. 2014 see a change for them and I shout hallelujah to that so I don’t have to go to a specialist bra shop just to get my size and in fact spend an absolute fortune.

Due to pregnancy and weight gain over the years my cup size has fluctuated but I now have a choice and in various colour yippee I still haven’t learnt my lesson of when something is perfect buy a couple (if you can afford it) but never do. For now I’m happy to be able to buy a bra or bikini in my size and feel nice, even sexy and not just making do with an ugly hammock contraption just because. Actually the other week we saw an advert for bigger sizes on telly and liberty commented, “really does anyone want tassels on their bras” eeeermm Yes.

My girls haven’t been blessed with my size breasts, I’m actually glad as I found them a real pain when I was younger and only started to like them in my thirties as fashion and coming to terms with the fact that they didn’t seem to be going any where. No one is truly happy with their lot. I always wanted to have smaller one’s, which they have got so perhaps my wish came true for them.

We are now in a generation where we can get what we want by clicking a button and some very fine people have helped us larger busted ladies Attollo lingerie, Boux Avenue, Figleaves to name a few. I THANK YOU.

 

 

 

 

Angels

Today I was compelled to write about something that isn’t funny, that is expected but always shocking and something we will never get use to, overwhelmingly, how do you respond? There actually isn’t a right way.

Today a beautiful lady left this earth due to cancer, why it picked her that is something we will never know; it picks indiscriminately and doesn’t care who it hurts. It’s a thing that everyone is scared of and we should be. This lovely lady has a large caring family, who are heartbroken how is this life fair.

I have been touched by death, my nephew losing his little girl, heart breaking my best friend losing both her brothers, my auntie, my beloved uncle, father in law so sad and how do you explain it? Why does it hurt so much? People die all the time but for some reason us humans cannot get it together and be ready for it. We will never be prepared.

My children have been lucky, they can’t remember Peter’s dad they only have our memories and pictures and when both of my Nan’s died they were so young. They knew my uncle Ken and he left them with fond memories but it wasn’t until this January our family pet dog Peggy died. I saw their vulnerability, she was their sister she wasn’t a dog just part of our family which has left a massive gap in our home that I’m not sure can be filled again, she was our baby. Each of my children dealt with it differently and would have her back in a shot if we could.

I wish I had the answers; I wish I could wave a magic wand and fix broken hearts. I want to know why, do I believe there is a higher power or a god, I’m not sure, if there was I want to know why and that answer is definitely not coming any time soon. Some take comfort hoping there is and that is totally up to them and if this brings them a sense of security I applaud it. The pain of grief cannot be measured. I hope there are angels, I hope we become stars, I hope our loved ones are watching over us. Finding comfort in whatever you believe must help the grieving process.

To all our loved ones who we have lost along the way we must treasure the memories and hope they rest easy where ever they may travel to.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

.Anonymous

 

Birthday’s Galore

Having four children is a wonderful joy as some can imagine. There are always highs and lows and in The Mitchell house birthdays are a thing to celebrate.  Since the day they were born we have sat on our bed opened cards which are read top to bottom and nothing missed out and presents are given with the obligatory box of Malteasers… this has now changed as Poppy now lives with Oliver and Liberty lives at dance college plus trying to fit 6 adults on our bed was beginning to become quite difficult with vying for space and there is nothing worse than being under the covers when someone is sitting on top which is pulling the covers tight very uncomfortable but lovely as I miss it dreadfully.

Whilst planning a family I didn’t take much care of dates of conceiving so 3 of 4 of our brood have birthdays quite close together in December and January and what with Christmas this can be quite challenging. For instance wanting a specific presents i.e. Power Ranger, Toy Story’s Buzz, Baby Annabel along with every other child on the planet can be quite stressful.  Now long before we could press a button and Amazon could deliver in 2 hours or tell us when it will be in stock we had to use all sorts of methods, calling stores, getting everyone on board to keep a look out in far flung Woolworths, sending Peter on wild goose chases in London hoping he would come back with the bounty so no one would be disappointed. This is stressful and now has an impact on how I feel, the anxiety I feel and this is my own doing. Why have I put this pressure on to myself??

Sending out birthday party invites that get mixed up with Christmas cards and the inevitable would happen no shows and booking a McDonald’s birthday party where everyone had lost interest due to new years celebrations. I’m not being negative and I would never let anything stop the fun but you can’t help the day your born everyone has a birthday.

This brings me to my stress levels with celebrations. I never want to disappoint, never want to get it wrong and everyone wants a surprise. My children like nothing more than having a surprise of not knowing what they are getting (but have hinted) and would never want to know what I have purchased and even to have it before their said birthdays, now that would be sacrilege and is scorned upon when other children have had their play station or leather jacket a week before their birthday… WHAT are you thinking mother!  What are you going to open on your birthday or Christmas?!

This year has been a particular biggy for our House, I turned 50 and Poppy 25 in December, Molly turned 18 and Liberty is 21 this weekend.  So no house party this time, which I was quite thankful for as we have had some humdingers but the clearing up afterwards and making sure the loo hasn’t, overflowed during the fun has had my stress levels nearly at breaking point.  Am I going to get it right? I hope so. Will they be disappointment? No but we all have expectations of what we want, when I had a 40th Birthday party, so much effort, balloons, buffet, disco and time and at the end of it felt a bit deflated as no one touched the food, didn’t get to chat to all my friends as time just flashed by. This time 10 years later decided best have a small affair with family and a few friends, which worked out fantastic.

This week I have arranged for Poppy and Liberty to go for Spa treatments in No1 The Alywch in The Strand London (I would of loved to have gone but due to working and times) they had a splendid time swimming, steam room, neck and back massage but was blown away by the pedicure, so I’m jealous and WILL be booking in May with my friend Nat. Then quick run out of work to collect a bouquet of balloons which was much bigger than I expected then run them up to All Bar One bar in our town whilst talking to a lady regarding a present that had been ordered and not delivered arrrrrrgggg stress and to top it off it’s the hottest day of the year so far and the balloons start popping giving people the biggest fright with a man actually screaming like a four year old. Phew. Run home as college friends arriving open a bottle of something and chuck P!nk on Alexa and off we go.  Wake up, do it all again this time with Max and Peter.

It doesn’t stop there…have I bought them the right things? Have they got enough? There has been times when poor Max has either not told us what he wants or been on holiday so we say “just say what you want” then he forgets, then I forget so he is most probably owed 2 birthday pressies to date.  Anyway nothing I can change now money has been spent, the cake is ready, one present missing the main one but hey I’m only human after all and lets hope “J” from the gym doesn’t want to weigh me this week because this girl might actually have a heart attack through stress along with car break down, visiting my parents and also doing the normal day to day mundane chores.

I have a break now until Peter’s birthday in June that brings its own worries what do you buy the man that literally has everything and needs nothing? Plus I have to ask for money to buy his gift- hilarious in itself. Oh well still in celebratory mode so need to stop worrying.       Happy 21st Liberty Starshine

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Family holiday well and truly booked

We decided a couple of weeks ago to book a holiday…. now I love holiday’s and I like nothing more than packing a case for ONE, with this I mean I have long left behind packing for four children and one husband which would usually have me at breaking point even before we had decided to leave for the airport.  I now have the luxury of packing my own and giving advice to whoever may be coming along. This brings me back to picking this years annual holiday.

I thought about Cuba. Now whilst researching I over heard a group of people in a pub in Wimbledon discussing their holiday in Cuba. now trying to listen to Peter and having one ear on their conversation is tricky in itself ( which is one of Peter’s bugbear’s when I’m interested in someone’s convo that is not on our table) one person had booked independently and the other booked with Tui, stretching my ear to listen all I got was lovely beach and all-inclusive was ok..not that helpful. I looked online but I find the more you look the more bamboozled I become and people’s reviews were very mixed. A few weeks later we visited our local Italian (owned by Portguese) restaurant and Silvio told us he was off to Cuba and he gave it a big old thumbs up…now to persuade Peter but as always he is “Mr Manjana” so we have to wait.

It had taken sometime to pin Peter down to discuss, pick and the dreaded word Pay and eventually we had decided not to head to Cuba this year and try Thailand again.

The first time was around five years ago with our friends Annabel, Paul and their son. Although we had a brilliant time both Paul and Peter had been unwell and it had felt like unfinished business. Now last time we headed for Bangkok then onto Koh Chang. The furthest I had ever been has been Florida and my parents have been to Thailand before the major tsunami in 2004 and had given us great reviews.

We arrived to five star treatment, amazing food and hospitality. We took a walk along the most beautiful beach in Koh Chang and I couldn’t believe there were coconuts on the beech that had fallen from the tree, so I ran over to pick one up and as I did my fingers slid deep into the rancid rotten meat smelling fruit, any sort of paradise left my senses with the most horrific smell, I ran into the sea to wash it off but no luck and the walk back to the hotel was a good 40 minute walk. Heavenly scented I was not!  Another time we let Molly#3and Liberty#2 go out on a canoe with Annabel’s son and we convinced ourselves they were going to die and be eaten by sharks so began screaming on beach for them to come back to the shore, they returned unfazed by this with the words of “what the hell, we was having fun”.

I found a love for Thai food, roasted coconut and met some lovely people, I keep in touch with Tree a young man who worked in a local bar on the beach via face book and I haven’t had the heart to say we are returning but not to Koh Chang.

When we went last time Poppy#1 and Max #1 son didn’t come as they will not this year . Max spent New Year in Australia with his best buddy who is travelling at the moment and Poppy is off to Canada in September for a friends wedding.  I hope we can get a few days away all together in the sunshine later this year. We all went to Ibiza last year which was amazing.

Back to Thailand, our friends are going as well but they are staying in Pattaya for the whole time so we have decided to have two nights in Bangkok then three nights in Pattaya, they have been there before so will be able to show us the sights without losing time faffing around then on to Koh Sumui for nine days. Liz and Paul’s hotel has a water park, lazy river etc as they have younger children with them, so we have decided to stay in a hotel just along the way leaving us able to dip in and out. I have been checking online for iteneries for three days so leaving us time to relax and have fun. I’m quite excited but we have at least four months yet. I think the girls will have a different time and are really enthusiastic, we all want to try yoga in our hotel and are eager to be a bit more adventurous . We will have to wait and see, what with a boyfriend being left behind and time differences.  For now….

Kob Kuhn Mak

 

 

 

Trying to count macro’s

So my main aim for the week has been counting macros (counting carbs, protein etc), I’m driving everyone in the house mad trying to keep a tab on the numbers, as last week being weighed at the gym was frustrating to say the least by “J” my personal trainer. I even bored my 1.30 club lunch partners in the staff room with my drone about not losing weight, they felt my pain of wanting to cut my leg off  and eating boiled eggs for extra protein to get to my goal before my weekend away in Harrogate.

WELL a miracle did happen… as “J” suggested a weigh in on Friday, my heart dropped “Oh no not again” I’m not sure my heart could take it nor my face, what with trying to stifle a cry with my poker face… but bingo 3.5 kilos in old school half a stone! WHAT THE HELL!!! I still can’t get my head round it, I’m not convinced, maybe the scales are wrong? I’m not holding my breath as I’m that sort of gal where I always think something must be up instead of patting myself on the back and believing in myself. Anyway “J” was chuffed also 3 inches from my waist woohoo. I hope she doesn’t want to weigh me again so soon or I will have to resort to cutting another limb off.

So last Sunday we had a family lunch which Max #1 son rubbed his hands together as it was everyone’s favourite, Poppy #1 daughter and boyfriend Ollie along with Liberty and Molly #3 and #4 daughters were excited for Toad in the hole. Now I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth because Peter #1 husband decided he would go to Tesco buy, prepare and cook. Marvellous all I had to do was peel potato’s yay. Now what should have been a quick dinner turned into a mammoth George Michael concert listening 4 hour event. This resulted in burnt hole (yorkshire pudding) and Peter being all Jamie Oliverish put various different toads (sausages) in the said burnt hole which were not to everyone’s liking and to top it off shop bought red onion gravy…oh no no no sireee… Note to self should of helped by going with him but had a slight hangover from our night out with friends Kelly and Dan, Pornstar Martini. G&T. Wine blimey no wonder I felt worse for wear.

But never the less I love sitting around our table with our children, its never quiet, sometimes a bit of an argument happens but not this Sunday all happy, chatting, lively fun that makes me a happy Mumma.

We had a brief encounter with Yorkshire this weekend – stayed in The Hotel Du Vin in Harrogate a very lovely place, shops are fantastic and lots of different places to eat and drink. I tested the gin and amazingly it tasted the same as in London. Met a wonderful young lady from Spain who worked in our hotel bar, she actually made me want to go to San Sabastian. I think maybe it was her accent that sold it to me, sounded so much nicer how she said it. Any how that has been put on the to do list. I think I would like to stay a little more rustic place next time, I had an image in my head what Yorkshire was like and it definitely wasn’t flat caps, pipe smoking, hovis eating. In fact Harrogate was very nice, wish we could of spent a little more time but there is always next time. We travelled by train which was relaxing but coming home felt exhausting.

So next week we look forward to Easter. Time for friends and family to get together and chocolate eggs, how on earth am I going count my macros…We have to see what next week!

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Start as you mean to go on!

So decided New Year New Me… NOT! Only updated version of 2017 perhaps. I have been trying to get my act together since January but too many distractions such as afternoon tea at The Dorchester (present from daughter #3 Molly ), here I need to add that each of my children bought me a experience present for my 50th … Daughter #1 Poppy took me The Ivy and then onto Les Miserable. Daughter #2 Liberty took me to see Dream girls and Max #1 Son is yet to take me for gin tasting… Anyway, back to The Dorchester! Yessss I hear you say, what with Gin and Tonic, champagne, tea, hot water with a flower in it and eating Molly’s sandwiches, the one’s she hated plus my own along with numerous amounts of cake… I had to undo my button just to breath.

Back to my gym antic’s. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not shy with exercise. Before I started my full time job, over a year ago in a High School office I regularly went to an outdoor fitness session which kept my weight at bay, so what with being less active during the day and the amount of cakes in the office and the occasional treats from the chef in the School kitchen,  I have noticed the pounds creeping on. I try to walk to and from school at least twice a week which takes me around 40 minutes each way and I’m a sweaty mess when I arrive in my trainers, skirt, tights etc (not the greatest look but hey) and I have joined a gym that I haven’t actually been attending much until the past few weeks.

Enter my personal trainer… I picked her out of many on the wall at the gym, she seems nice- we shall call her J. She is very young, toned and I think she is very sweet (note to self- find out little more about J). So she weighed, measured and sent me what to eat- a fist full of this, palm full of that and asked if I would send her my food diary, which I have. She gave me a sheet to enter the exercise that I’ve followed on the days I don’t see her. So we are two and half week’s in and this week I have been to the gym on my own and also with two of my girls, so to my horror when I arrive to my personal training session J decides it would be great to measure and weigh me..HELL NO!.. Okay so I agreed, now I have been really good apart from Sunday which was Mothers Day, a few glasses of Prosecco around my mums with my sister then out for lunch and G & T’s etc etc…Oh I forgot Peter and I popped into a posh hotel for a cheeky couple of G & T’s and I now remember hitting the bowl of nuts quite hard (I had erased this from my mind).

Back to J at the gym. NO CHANGE IN WEIGHT OR MEASUREMENTS!!! Now I’m a sensitive soul and obviously my face was trying to tell a different story but she could tell I wanted to burst out crying and wail NOOOOOOOO, I held it in until the end of our session then rang Peter #1 Husband and cried and said ‘that’s it I’m done’ and his response obviously was Karen, Karen, Karen and went on to tell me everything he had already told me literally days ago… Now Pete has the hearing of a bat so when I weigh myself in the bathroom there is a little beep and then i get the shout from downstairs “GET OFF THE SCALES”  I’m eager for weight loss, Pete said keep doing what I’m doing but I planned to be at least half a stone lighter by next weekend as we have a 50th Birthday to attend, well that looks unlikely unless I wake up mid week and a miracle has happened or I lose a leg! J said I’m doing really well (except for nutgate) but I have plans for this weekend with friends and we are going for a curry, I can be good so I will try but will it affect all my good work?… Arrrrghh it’s so hard and boring.

I love food, drink and socialising. I will keep you updated with my non fluctuating weight but as I have been typing I realise perhaps I actually haven’t been that good… G & T’s nuts etc!.. Right draw a line under it and start again.