Last week, Terry and I somewhat randomly* decided we needed an Amazon Echo in our lives, STAT. Actually, we decided we needed TWO: we got an Echo Dot for the bedroom, one for the office… and then, roughly an hour after they arrived, and we set them up, Terry sheepishly informed me that, actually, he’d just gone ahead and ordered the full-sized Echo speaker for downstairs, because, now that he’d met Alexa, he felt he couldn’t possibly live without her on every single floor of the house.
Yeah, I DID feel a bit put-out, to be honest. At the same time, though, I had to admit that ol’ Alexa WAS proving pretty handy, so I was prepared to live with Terry’s infatuation. I’m actually planning a future post on all of the things we use Alexa for, but suffice it to say that I don’t know how we lived without her either, and, OK, I HAVE started sarcastically referring to her as “Terry’s girlfriend”, but hey: at least there’s someone in the house who actually listens to me now, you know?
(*OK, it wasn’t actually random, it was because I kept seeing adverts for it, and as soon as I see an advert for something I want it. When I watch daytime TV, Terry has to stop me signing up for things like stair lifts and funeral plans, seriously…)
The most ridiculous shoes ever
Because when you’re 8.5 months pregnant, you TOTALLY need a pair of pink, marabou trim stilettos, don’t you?
(And also because they were £14 in Primark: don’t yell…)
These comments from “Rex”:
Rex, hun: U OK?
(On the plus side, I’ve amused myself greatly this week by just randomly uttering the words, “AS A MAN, I REQUIRE ASSISTANCE!” Sometimes it’s the little things, you know?)
People who touch my belly
I’ve talked about this before, I know, but I’m so amazed there are people who think this is an OK thing to do that I’m having to bring it up again: sorry. As with the everyday sexism I mentioned a few weeks ago, the main culprits here tend to be older women, who think absolutely nothing of just walking up to me and grabbing my belly, even if they’ve only just met me, and have no idea whether or not I’m likely to punch them in the throat for it. So far, I’ve managed to resist, but I DID like the suggestion someone on Twitter gave me to just grab hold of their belly in return. Well, if it’s OK to do it to ME…
Trying to take blog photos in winter…
… and then being caught in the act of staging a flatlay on your front doorstep (Because it was the only was you could get enough light to actually take the damn photo) by your neighbour. And then also by some guy delivering leaflets for one of the local takeaways. Whoops.
It, er, seemed like a good idea at the time, you know? And, OK, I guess I could have set up the studio lights instead… or even just tried to take the photo in the back garden, where no one would’ve seen me. But it was freezing outside AND I was choked with the cold… getting out the studio lights seemed like a monumental task, and hauling my entire flatlay round to the back of the house wasn’t much more appealing, so I took the lazy – and super-awkward – way out instead.
Yeah, I won’t be doing THAT again in a hurry.
Absolutely everything about the last couple of weeks…
… and I’m using the word “awkward” here in the “uncomfortable” sense of the word, because, in between flooding the house by accident, and then putting it back together again, Terry and I basically had to camp out in our own house. This would’ve been awkward even at the best of times (The bedroom and en-suite are basically the worst possible rooms for me to have out of commission, because that’s where I keep everything from makeup and toiletries to PJs, nightwear, and my entire collection of maternity clothes…), but at 8.5 months pregnant? Yeah, no thanks.
Shout out here, though, not only to Terry, who dropped everything in order to rip up the old flooring and replace it with new stuff, but also to my parents, who came round to help with the clear-up, as well as carting off innumerable loads of rubbish to the local skip. Couldn’t have done it without you guys – and I promise, we’ll do our absolute best to never, ever do it again!
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And with all of that out of the way, all that remains is for me to wish you all a very happy Christmas, if you’re celebrating – and an awesome weekend, if you’re not!