Collection of Pregnant Women

Prepositions can be important little guys. So, when I was strolling down the street the other day, lost in not-that-deep thought, I stopped dead in my tracks at a shop front sign which, I thought, said:

“Collection of Pregnant Women.”

And my reaction was:

“??!!”

But, after a few beats, I burst into giggles. The sign actually read “Collection FOR Pregnant Women.” Well alright then. That’s quite different, isn’t it? A charity for pregnant women, as opposed to some freaky warehouse of pregnant women.

I carried on my way, bursting into random (crazy looking I’m sure) laughter every so often over it for at least the next hour.

It’s been a slooooow week, short weeks always are I suppose, because you think they’ll be shorter, so you go overboard with how much shorter you expect them to feel. Next week will be the same thing. You poor Americans have to work tomorrow and Monday, we UK people do not ;) When I lock my laptop up tonight and walk out the door, I won’t be back until Tuesday. Woohoo.

I’m not entirely sure why, but I haven’t slept well this week. In fact, I’ve barely slept at all. And I’m not tired during the day, which is peculiar. It started out with these horrendously puffy pillows I bought at a somewhat high-end department store on Sunday.

I haven’t spoken of the Dream Bed in awhile, but these &@! pillows were to be the final component of the comfort aspect of the Dream Bed. I’m in love with the foam topper, the down duvet and the sheets...but I hadn’t gotten around to getting the pillows because I thought Ikea had ones I wanted. Well, duh, it’s Ikea. Ikea is not where one goes for quality. So when a friend and I were there last Saturday – a trip we both agreed was a living hell – and I saw the pillows in person and saw how flat they were, I decided to buy different ones I’d seen in this department store near my flat.

Well, THOSE pillows are so puffy that I was almost having to sit up in bed if my head was on them. Not comfy. So after 2 nights of that craziness and the realisation that you can’t return pillows for hygienic reasons, I sliced one open and took out a bunch of the stuffing. So now it’s cosy and comfy. Butchered, but comfy. I haven’t bothered with the other one yet. But so ok, that explains Sunday night and Monday night.

But. I have fallen asleep every night this week like an exhausted brick, only to wake at 1:30-2. For good. And whilst I have had a couple of small dramas this week, neither has been all that worrisome or stressful...so I don’t know why I’m not sleeping, but it made the week that much longer. One has to think that eventually I’ll be able to sleep. I’m hoping the change in surroundings this weekend might help. If nothing else, it’s boring to be awake all night.

But. anyway, now it’s nearly lunch time on my last day of the week and I’m already on diet hiatus, with full fun and relaxation a mere 6 hours away. I can. not. WAIT.

The diet hiatus commenced with my consumption of 3 Krispy Kreme doughnuts this morning. Procured from Selfridges and eaten as I walked. Devoured within 4 streets (blocks), as a matter of fact. They were sooooooo yummy. Fried, cheap, processed American yumminess. I’d hit a new low on the scale this morning, so it felt much deserved. In fairness, I only intended to buy 2, one lemon filled and one raspberry filled. But standing at the till, it seems just fundamentally wrong not to get a plain glazed as well. After all, they’re the traditional Krispy Kreme kind, right? And I’m traditional. So there you go. The purchase and consumption of the traditional glazed doughnut was my duty. I don’t actually love Krispy Kreme doughnuts all that much, I prefer Dunkin Donuts, but they don’t have those here so, you know, I'm soldiering on :P

I was going to go on and on all about the weekend I’ve been looking forward to for too long to remember, but in the off chance that I have a stalker, you have to wait until after the fact to get the details ;)

I’ll just say this: it’s 4+ days of me and only me…much yummy food, much ridiculously relaxing luxury, with a few sights in Wales thrown in. Heaven. I do like to travel with friends…and travelling romantically is even more fun, but I’ve learned that there is a very lovely element of solo travel. And the best part of solo travel is, you can do it whenever you want ;)

So, I hope everyone has a lovely Easter and I promise to actually try to take pictures this time...I might even do a photo travelogue, we’ll see.