Because I'm special

A trip to Cardiff yesterday with a friend on the train. A female student sat opposite us. I cannot imagine what she made of our discussions about hairy chins, the importance of wearing knickers in bed when you're alone in the house (in case of burglars), and the general stress of being us, but I saw her try to hide a smile.

Cardiff is the capital city of Wales and is a shopper's dream with loads of lovely posh and interesting shops, and more eating/drinking places than you could get through in a lifetime. Swansea, my home city, is sadly depressing in comparison, full of charity shops, pound shops, mobile phone vendors, and For Lease signs. (Not that there's anything wrong with charity shops but, well, just but.)

This morning I asked Jim, our teacher, why, if we're getting better, exercise class isn't getting easier. 'Exercise never gets easier,' he said. 'Or it shouldn't. If it's easy set yourself a harder challenge.' I wish.

Got to Zac's to find Stu at the bottom of the baptistry digging up the drain, with Sean on hand with a do-it-yourself endoscopy kit.

The sooner the refurbishment gets underway the better. Who knows what we might find living in the walls?

Oh, and remember that Twitter fight I got into? Well, I got a recipe out of it! One of the more reasonable men gave me the recipe for date and walnut loaf, which I made for Zac's last night. Except it was date and pecan as I didn't have walnuts. And it was jolly nice.

And tomorrow I'm getting my hair cut and coloured, yay! When I phoned to book today - last minute because I kept forgetting and didn't think I'd get in - Andrew one of the owners answered.  I asked if there were any chance of an appointment and he said, 'Is that Liz?'

I told Husband how amazing it was that he recognised my voice when they have loads of clients and I'm not even one of his, and Husband said, 'The phone probably tells them who it is if it's a regular.'

'Oh, do you think so?' I shook my head. 'No, it's because I'm special.'