Mirror Abuse

Oh dear... It has been a very long time since I last wrote anything. So I will just give you a quick rundown.

Wednesday 4th - dress/rose buying incident.
Thursday 5th - Day off. Wandered about house in swimming costume for approximately an hour and a half, indending to go swimming until was reminded it was half term. Therefore swimming pool will be full of shieking kids. Instead, wandered around town taking photos, like a tourist.
Friday 6th - Off to York - yippee. Left late, got stuck in traffic, arrived late. Boo. But did have time to take photos of the ruins of various castles/abbeys before it got dark and I ate my fill of stodgy Yorkshire food.
Saturday 7th - pounded streets of York, viewing every tourist sight known to Yorkshire man.
Sunday 8th - Perused a few more lesser known tourist sights and left for home.
Monday 9th - back to work for big charity gig. Went v. well. Local radio station are our new best friends.
Tuesday 10th - kept thinking it was Monday 9th.

Really the rest of the days of the week were similar to Tuesday 10th, with one exception. On Wednesday 11th, I went for a run. Yes, a run. My first in approximately four months. 15 minutes. Which excused my almost unstoppable chocolate scoffing upon my return home. (Everyone's doing it - it's all the rage at the moment, what with this easter lark - and who am I to deny the latest culinary trends?)

Today I went for another run. Managed 25 minutes and was dead impressed with self. It wasn't even all that awful. (Well, the last 5-10 minutes were, but am blocking those out of my mind as people who go through traumatic situations tend to). Got home feeling pretty pleased with myself. Did some stretches to cool down then off up to bathroom for a shower...

Good lord. Who's done that to the bathroom mirror? I am almost certain someone has secretly infiltrated the house, gone up to the bathroom and painted the mirror some sort of redish tinge. Upon peering into said mirror, I expected to find a certain glow to my face. So imagine my horror when I found myself staring back at a purple, blotchy monster. I had wondered why the man I passed going the other way at minute 22 had looked so aghast.

Unable to bear the gruesome sight, I averted my eyes and turned the shower to extra cold before getting in. Hoping this might solve the purple/blotchy face issue, upon getting out, I was relieved to find that my face had faded from purple to a beetrooty red - however my relief was shortlived when I realised this didn't go with my planned wardrobe colour scheme at all. Back the the cupboard for you, Jonesy.