And if not, what are your reasons? Are you scared horse meat is dangerous with the threat of "bute" present in the meat? Or is the mere thought of eating Mister Ed just a little too freaky for your taste buds? Or is it the principal of the matter? You paid for cow, you want cow. You want Daisy over Dobbin any day, right?
Well, it's churning my insides right now if I'm honest. I'm toying with becoming a Fake Veggie (you know, those who eat fish.) It's all a little too much to bear. I have mince in my freezer. It's high quality but I can't be sure I trust the labelling right now. It's frightfully offal really (actually joking aside, maybe it is).
Also, if we are guaranteed our mince IS cow and not horse, the thought of eating corneas and connective tissue is turning my palate right off.
I was a vegetarian when I first met the Husband and so was he. It was one of the first things we loved about each other. We were both veggies, we smoked fags, we loved indie music, we enjoyed snogging.
Now, 17 years on, we both eat meat (we've added crocodile, buffalo, kangaroo and zebra to the regular list of bacon butties etc), neither of us smoke and while he still navel gazes in true indie style, I have gone right back to my old roots and Bon Jovi makes an appearance more often than not.
So, I wanted to get that off my chest and chew the cud with you, so to speak.
Right, Cherry Tree lovers, I've had some success this week and it feeeeeeeels good.
This dress has been sitting in Scope for weeks.
I've wanted it for weeks but never get the chance to try stuff on and I was worried it wouldn't fit for various reasons (Cake Friday, my December mince pie and gin habit, my Quality Street habit and the fact my bad back and asthma/chest infection has meant I've done no exercise in weeks and weeks).
This week, I decided to buy it anyway. And the dear little old lady behind the counter said I could take it home WITHOUT paying for it and if it fitted, I could pay next week, or return it. Talk about trust!
Anyway I got it home and....of course it didn't fit. In fact, if I am honest, I am so pleased I didn't have time to try it on in the changing room as I would have got properly stuck. It took 15 minutes to get it off. I blame my boobs. My arms. My waist. The lot. Darn it.
I once got stuck in a cherry tree changing room in Berkshire for 25 minutes. I got stuck in a blouse that turned out to be hot pants. Please don't ask...I felt so thick at the time. It was horrendous - I was literally purple and sweating buckets by the end and a proper escapologist after that.
So anyway, the dress hanging up ready for me to decide whether to MAKE it fit (ie starve....I'm hopeless at this) or return it. It's a Parisian label and we all know those foxy French femmes are.....flipping fatless.
I've got until tomorrow to decide......ho hum.....I'd need to shed a good load I reckon for it to skim where I want it to.
Anyway, also this week, I managed to add to the Ladybird collection.
I was particularly excited when I saw this:
Sadly it was not the most sought after Cinderella ladybird book I am gagging for, though I still wanted this one and am thrilled.
|10p. I kid you not!!!|
Also was pleased to find this one!
|I had this one when I was little!|
|I also remember this one as a kid.|
|So retro it hurts|
Off on a tangent, I found myself totally in my element when I spotted these beauties while on a day out with my next door neighbour.
|One for his 21st....|
|Like our team name?..........Geddit? |
Next time we will be Rudolph Huckers...
I took the Prince out for lunch at a shabby chic cafe in town.
|Making himself at home|
|So many pretty things in the cafe|
I was proud mum again when the Princess performed in a show for her class assembly, in front of 450 people. I admire her more than she knows.
In other news, I'm distraught that a friend of mine, who is a BBC floor manager, had the pleasure of Jon Bon Jovi appearing on one of her shows in the past fortnight. And yet she...even SHE.....couldn't get close enough to tell him I would leave the Husband for him. That he literally just has to turn up at my house and whisk me (and the kids) off to New Jersey. The Husband is aware of this, and is cool about it. It's my rule. The same goes for Gemma Arterton and Rachel Weiss turning up to elope with him....I'd have to let it happen. Dems da rules.
Damn it, that man is always just slightly out of my clutches. I am aware of the gigs he is playing this year in the UK and I can't attend a single one. I've entered a competition (which I didn't win) to watch him and the boys perform at a radio station recently. I'm doing all I can. Freaky stalker fan I'm not, I assure you. I just want to snog him and marry him, is all.
Changing the subject, I've decided to do Lent this year for the first time ever. Let's see how long I last. Cake is my lifeline, this could be a tough 40 days.
When I do my freelance writing, I eat a lot of it. It keeps me going!
Had to take a self portrait this week for a new website a company is launching as I regularly write for them. I hated every single photo but settled for this. It was a bad hair day, I'd put too much coconut oil in it and was so tired man, it was unreal.
Not very office chic though am I? I don't do smart. I just can't make it happen.
|Cherry tree dress, natch. £2 Matalan necklace. 5 years old. |
Worn practically all the time.
Ah well, let's hope I survive Lent and fit into the Parisian dress. Then I can float around like a flitty floaty thing.
Happy Sunday (blowing a gale and grim here)