Taking care of Belle Lulu.

Taking care of me is a rather difficult thing to do, because I have to let you do it first.  I have the stubborn tendency, or so I have been told of not asking for help, a comment that pops up frequently. I am firstly a feisty and independent Scorpio and would never ask for help until I am desperate, and then not so accustomed to receiving help.  So, it is with a measure of anxiety that I headed to the hospital for a small procedure, but in the end it was not so bad at all. From the start to the finish, it was quite relaxing letting the nurses do a very good job taking care of me.  It is a bit strange answering a number of questions repeatedly by a number of random doctors and nurses. For the duration of the day I relaxed whilst everyone else catered to my needs. It was a fair compromise to give in, and my reward at the end of the day, jelly and ice cream, not to mature tastes, but after 12 hours of starving, I was as excited as a five year old.

Obviously, I am not the best person to ask for relaxation tips. So, what does Belle Lulu do when she is forced by the doctor’s orders to relax? She buys all her pregnant friends baby clothes (and survives becoming broody)and plans the next stage of her adventures; there is a bewildering array of choices at the moment, and again the issue of packing comes to mind, do I really have room for another pair of stockings?

April fools…I am a fool

I managed to find the worst possible reason to buy underwear yesterday.

A romantic liason perhaps, re-joined gymnastics? A date, to impress someone, a photoshoot even?

No, I forgot to pack underwear into my gym bag. It would be prefectly fine, if maybe I were going on a date, or trying to impress someone.
But I really thought that the person I was going to see would not be very impressed, so I had to buy underwear.

Luckily there were no other self made jokes for that day.