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It’s amazing what you can get on the NHS…..

As expected my hair has now given up the ghost and almost all gone so I have been wearing a selection of headscarves and hats but today I realised how ridiculous I looked as, with my trendy red chiffon tie neck blouse and wide black belt combo, wearing a black headscarf just made me look like a Pirate - oohh aarrgghh!!

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So, after spending an hour at Raouls in Paddington today I am now the proud owner of a very funky, short wig, thanks to the NHS - It’s amazing what you can get on prescription these days! Only problem now is mustering up the courage to wear it in public. This really is the hardest bit of the whole process; you don’t realise how important your self image is until it’s put to the test………

Marina, Aqua Marina…………

As I write this I am cream crackered - again! This week I have tried Aquafit and - yippee - I wasn’t the oldest and fattest in the class like last week! It was actually good fun with the only downside being that you have to get wet, never my idea of a good time. Hope you appreciate the efforts I am going to trying to regain my youthful figure. I am also trying to diet - I lose weight in the week then miraculously find it again at the weekend!

You spin me right round baby……..

As I write this I am well and truly cream crackered - I have just attended my first (and possbly last) spinning class. No, I haven’t been out producing an attractive length of wool to knit something with - I have spent 45 gruelling minutes on a most uncomfortable exercise bike being shouted at to ’spin faster, push, climb the hill!!’ I know Nicky does this all the time (that explains the taut posterior) but I have let my fitness slip to such a low level that I was panting from climbing two floors to the exercise studio before the class even started. Oh well, I’d better book for next week, it’s now or never. When Nick and I go on our dance weekend in December I want to impress when we take up the pole dancing lessons, not get stretchered out with my legs in an emarrassing contortion. Ooer!

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