I’ve not been in the right headspace to write this week, I mean that in the literal sense.
Long story short, three years ago after a particularly amazing night out (or so I’m told, I have no recollection of the events of this particular evening) I gave up alcohol for good, I came to the conclusion that alcohol and I were not the good friends I had always thought we were, then 5 days after the party I went down with acute labyrinthitis, an inner ear infection that causes vertigo amongst other things. I had it very severely back then, I was only able to crawl about the floor the vertigo was so bad, I couldn’t stand up, couldn’t drive for weeks and I toppled over a lot once I had managed to master standing upright again and although those symptoms faded after a few months it does seem to come back every now and then.
And it would seem as a celebration of the 3 years since labyrinthitis I’ve had a re run!
It happens if I get a cold or sometimes if I get dehydrated.
I’ve had a cold this week, so that’s where this little bout has come from, it wasn’t even a terrible cold but obviously enough to reignite the whole inner ear extravaganza. It’s so unhelpful (I mean there are loads more words I could use to describe it but we’ll just stick with unhelpful for now).
Thankfully it’s not been a crawling on the floor bout but it does knock me bandy and I can’t think straight, see straight or move.
The original…and some say best bout of labyrinthitis I had 3 years ago also caused a condition called Holmes-Adie pupil, which makes one pupil large and one tiny, it was a scarily rotten time to be honest. Panic ensued, neurologists were consulted, brain scans were performed, but all was fine.
Nuisance though it is, it’s not deathly and the vertigo attack does tend to subside after a few days now and let’s face it, I’ve been through worse and lived to tell the tale.
So that’s my week summed up, just me wandering around while the room spins out of control, anyway, how are you? Good week so far? :)
I did manage to have fun last week before I went down with the cold and extras.
We went for dinner in London. Where we met one of our friends from Mumbai as he was over on business.
We decided on Quaglinos because it’s, lively, fun and full of energy and atmosphere.
We didn’t bank on the live music, which although fantastic, was ridiculously loud and we were seated right in front of the stage.
My hearing isn’t the best anyway, due to a couple of perforations over the years (ears are my weak spot as you can tell…well, ears and bowels as it turns out) but with the music level as it was I was mostly only able to smile and nod through the evening’s conversations, it was lovely to see him though and I’m even more excited because his whole family are coming in December! xx
I wore this dress because that’s what’s most comfortable to eat in. I cheekily wore these boots because I couldn’t resist them any longer, they were calling me from the box…they are my Christmas present from Chris so he was a bit startled to see them making an appearance so early. Hahahahaha
He kept wishing me a merry Christmas all night. I believe this was a subtle hint for me to not expect anything else when the time comes. Hahahahaha ;)
They are an absolute dream come true for a shoe addict like myself. Similar ones featured in the Dior exhibition in Paris and London and I’ve wanted a pair forever.
They’re not in the current line at Dior, which meant I couldn’t get hold of any, but good old Bicester Village (designer outlet, in Oxfordshire) came up trumps the other day! I couldn’t believe my luck, and in my size too!
We had a fabulous night, the food was amazing as always.
Then on Saturday we drove down to visit our son, his girlfriend and their baby in their new home. They’ve moved to a gorgeous little village in Hampshire, it’s a beautiful picture perfect place.
Ducks on a little weir, quaint little shops and pubs, it’s perfect. I think they’ll be very happy there. xx
Little Zak really is the happiest little chap. He makes my heart sing.
Then on Sunday morning I must have been coming down with the cold that set everything off.
I just wanted cosy comfy clothes. Actually I just wanted pyjamas but it is frowned upon outside the home by most sections of society.
I settled on tracksuit bottoms and a comfy top as a compromise, same/same really. :)
Chris and I went to Eltham Palace for the day, it’s an absolutely incredible stately home. If you love Art Deco as I do it’s a must to visit.
The older part of the house was King Henry the Eight’s childhood home, and is steeped in history. It was bought in the late 1920’s by a fabulously wealthy couple who restored the older parts but added on an Art Deco masterpiece of an extension and renovation.
It must have been almost space age it was so ahead of its time.
I’d have loved to have seen it in its heyday, it must have been quite the sight to behold.
I would thoroughly recommend a visit…if you love Art Deco.
Then Sunday night the cold came out in full force and mostly I’ve been sat on a settee winging ever since! Hahahahaha
I did get out and about a little, I went to a Macmillan cancer care coffee and cake fundraising morning yesterday…I and managed to go to the hairdressers today, to get there I have to walk past Greggs (bakery) I have literally no self control and as I’m still suffering the remnants of the cold and vertigo I treated myself to my usual to cheer my soul…notice how I can get myself out the door for cake… hahahahaha
I was walking along merrily in the rain, tucking into my first vegan sausage roll, when I saw a homeless man with all his worldly goods sheltering from the down pour under a tree with very few leaves. I felt so bad for him I gave him my second beloved vegan sausage roll (still hot from Greggs magical ovens). He was dead chuffed with it and thanked me. I felt like I’d saved me from myself and done my good deed for the day and that my good karma bucket must be over flowing…
…skip forward to my afternoon where I was clearing the garden of dog poo when my finger nail split the poo bag open and I ended up fingers deep in doo!!
Now please explain how that’s fair and just?!?!
And you’d think that with 9 and a half years of dealing with my poo close up on a daily basis I’d be immune to the horror of a bit poo on my hand - but no, as it turns out I’m not…I ran back indoors vocally wretching and gagging and wailing! Hahahahaha hahahahaha
The good thing is, things can only get better. Hahahahaha