I confess: I have been m.i.a. due to my Mom visiting, sorry. We were busy climbing all of the stairs in London, my knees are shot! Which kind of annoyed me because I had hoped I had built them up a bit but apparently not enough for the Tower of London. It was good though, more fun stuff later.
I confess: I should not have watched this week's very emotional episode of GOT the day my Mom left. "Hold the door!" Sob. I mean seriously, what the ever loving frack GOT writers?!? Not happy with how this season is going. :-(
I confess: I have a weird sun/not sun rash on my chest. I don't think it is a sunburn because I was wearing a high necked t-shirt AND sunscreen the day it happened - I think I might actually be allergic to some suncreens? Anyway it is taking its time getting better, so far I have tried Aloe and E45 cream but it's still itchy and red. It has always been sensitive (my, erm decollatage) since I had radiotherapy there, but I don't get why it does this sometimes, I always thought it was a sun thing but I seriously got no sun there. Does anyone else ever react to sunscreen?
I confess: I really, really like staying in hotels. I think I could quite happily just live in hotels if I ever won the lottery. It's so freeing and un-cluttered (um except for all of my clutter!). I had a dream last night that I owned two Winnebagos and one was empty and I knew I could just put the overspill from the other Winnebago into the spare one and I would be set for life, and I was so happy to just be living in Winnebagos in the dream. So yeah, I have no idea what that means!
I confess: OH I forgot, my Mom and I were in Westminster Cathedral and there was this huge line of people waiting to confess, and I thought that was kind of awesome in this day and age where everyone just seems to use Twitter and/or Facebook as armchair confessionals, but also wasn't sure I had anything deep enough to confess - then I went to to the bathroom and took the Lord's name in vain trying to get the toilet paper out and figured that's how it starts, this conscious self awareness of our bad thoughts? I mean normally I wouldn't think twice about that but I felt guilty having just sat in numerous little chapels with Jesus and all. But hey, I have Sunday Confessions here on the blog! Plus that line was damned long! (Oops oh dear, sorry, hail Mary etc!) I think I'm past saving! ;-0