Healthy happy Wilber!!!
#1 brunch free booze free weekend
Achievements
Saturday evening has arrived and both Dan and I have stuck to our promises. 0 units of alcohol consumed. We think that maybe Em drank our quota on Thursday night as it is.
I’ve spent my alcohol budget on Victoria Secret / Forever 21 gym kit!
Whilst Dan sensibly saved hers. Except for a Japanese face mask she picked up in the Mall. She’s just applied it, now waiting for her face to explode. Can’t even read the ingredients, crazy cat!!!No doubt a cheeky ASOS purchase is in order from her.
Another special achievement of the weekend, Danielle’s new love of fish. The “on your plate” kind of type. We had lunch at Paul this afternoon and to our surprise Dan tucked away a salmon salad. #gogirl
Currently rocking a five finger glitz frenzie thanks to the extensive polish stand in Sephora. We all got a bit carried away and made a few purchases.
WILBER UPDATE: he’s currently exploring my bedroom curtains.
PS we’ve finally found dairy free froyo thanks to Yoghurt Land #winning
Aquaventure
My lovely local friend had kindly sourced a few tickets to the waterpark at the Atlantis hotel, so Dani and I took a trip. Of course Em was supposed to join but after a few too many her radio silence and standard Snapchat “dying” confirmed that we were man down.
Selfishly this post isn’t to tell you how much we loved the slides and how ideal it is to go on a Friday afternoon when everyone else is out boozing at brunch or to rave how brave we were to get on the big rides, but to selfishly applaud / congratulate myself on my bikini body progress.
About 13 weeks ago the first photo was taken (at Hatta Fort, Oman – such a beautiful spot). Mortified is probably an understatement. Going from such a keen, lean Essex runner, loving my Regents Canal lunchtime runs and my half marathon training I had well and truly packed on the Dubai stone.
Super eager to shed it, I whinged to my PT, Martina (who is now a mother/sister/all rounder to me). We’ve been working hard ever since and today I got Dan to snap me in the same costume. I’m chuffed with the progression, still plenty of work to do but balancing social sipping, copious
cakes in the pod and the all round loving life diet/brunch lifestyle I think I’m getting there.
And with a few memorial achievements along the way….
Old skool simple pleasures
This will make you laugh, especially when you think how advanced the world of tech is in Dubai…
I just called Danielle’s landline number for a late night date night update!!! Granted the gossip was as juicy as ever but the thought of a 1990’s home phone chat is so old skool. Who’d have thought we’d get so much enjoyment out of it.
I’ve always wanted a shoe phone on my bedside table.
Now to master a three way…
Meet the housemate from hell cont.
YES, a new housemate! Most of you would have heard about the horrors of my last cohabitant. Hmm perhaps I’ll write a blog about her later on.
Ok so it’s not entirely true, I have a new housemate, just not the human kind.
Meet Wilber the Hedgehog.
Doesn’t he look adorable. Before you think anything more. He’s a monster. Literally. He was a gift from a local friend of mine, sourced from a pet store in Abu Dhabi. Wilber has been with me a whole 48 hours and he is a menace.
The following story comes with a warning.
Last night, I excitably returned home after a normal day in the office. Wilber being nocturnal was in his cage, doing his quiet/standard “sit in the corner and sulk” pose. Super eager to bond with him I turned on YouTube and watched a “How to Hold Your Pet Hedgehog” clip, opened his cage and scooped him out (with the help of a rather thick t-shirt). Content in my arms, he sniffed and did the standard small pet type motions. He walked over the sofa, got stuck down the side of the cushions and generally tried to hide.
The next thing I pick him up and put him on my lap. Standard right? Wearing my silky H&M shirt dress he sort of slips in between my legs. You’re going to think that’s where the warning lies. You’re wrong.
Before I could even realise, Wilber had attached himself to me, BITTEN MY NOON and would not let go. Picture it, something out of a film, a teeny tiny, spikey hedgehog stuck on me, swinging from my crutch. YES SWINGING. I yelped, swore, shook and totally freaked. The f*** thing had gone for me and yes, drawn blood and would not get off. Somehow on the way down from in between my legs it had bitten my left index finger which was also now stinging like hell.
Wilber BABE what happened to bonding?
As you can imagine it was quite traumatic and poor Wilber had thumped to the floor in a spikey ball and retreated under the sofa. There I am hoping the sofa will eat him up mopping my blood from the floor. Sorry TMI/bit graphic I know.
Moral of the story anyone?
1. don’t keep a hedgehog as a pet?
2. don’t allow small creatures near your nether regions?
Time flies, literally
Come Saturday next week I’d of hit the 6 month mark at HSF in Dubai and so I thought it might be pretty apt to start a little life diary.
I have so many lovely comments about my Facebook and IG pictures, I think you all enjoy seeing what me and my girls are up to so hey I’ll start a blog.
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