The slapping method

I finally feel a little more presentable now that my eyebrows have been shaped and tidied. Mum and me spent half the day together even though it was bitterly cold and drizzling. 

The winnings haven't gone into her account yet but it sometimes seems rare for us to get together without interruptions so we decided to meet anyway.

I skipped breakfast as usual. I just didn't feel hungry and I knew we'd be having a big lunch so that was fine. The salon was actually the busiest I've seen it in a while so we had to wait. 

If I had minutes on my phone I would have booked but too much gabbing away on the phone has dried up the mere 400 that BT permits me.

I'm not sure about this new leave in conditioner I bought. I prefer the spray kind as it's less weighty but  it doesn't seem to do much although having just felt my hair it is a fraction softer. 

I might just stick with the cream one I discovered in Tesco that smells divine. I can't be too liberal with it though as it doesn't soak in well but if used correctly it does leave my hair kissably soft. I actually forgot I had any at home hence buying more.

Now that my hair is so much shorter I am determined to take care of it better so that it grows quickly and healthily. It was the longest length I have managed to grow it since being a teenager.

I'm sure it was just above my waist but it was so stringy and thin I just had to be strict with myself and cut off the majority.

Have you ever had a percussion massage? I haven't. I'm so used to my cosy shiatsu massage cushion that I have never considered anything else. 

Well this time I was sat on the right chair and it was set to percussion and some sort of pushy squeezey method which was truly bizarre and not greatly relaxing but when it swept across my back that was heavenly.

I let mum go first because we both love how the female beautician thoroughly does the leg massage whereas the male only goes as far as the ankle.

Unfortunately as they were so full today we both waited in turn and he treated us both which was a smidgen disappointing but it was still a decent experience until the end. 

I'm not sure why he is so heavy handed or thinks women appreciate it but it is too freaky. At the end he started slapping my legs up and down. 

I watched in amazement as he had done it to previous people but somehow was still gobsmacked when he did it to me and it wasn't light it was as though he was seeking revenge. 

Hard and violent psychopathic retribution. I had to tell him to stop because it bloody hurt.

Why..? Oh why?? Would you do that to a woman? Instead of just ending on a soothing massage? 

I am still traumatised and may need to seek therapy or go the easy route and plead with the female staff to take care of me next time :)

I don't consider myself a gambler but..

I've tried out a few game sites in my time and the majority were free or had free games within them and I have had varying degrees of luck however I'm not so keen on the chat aspect. 

I have made a few great friends and have also butt heads unfortunately but I remember the chat section in Jackpotjoy being my favourite. 

I was at a particularly low time in my life and I used to play the free games and leave the chat open observing the silly and humorous banter too shy to join in until one day I did. 

I remember this shroud of darkness clouding my moods and one of the highlights would be to login there and take my mind off my horrid home life.

Now I have found a new site offering bingo and slots and although you have to make a deposit to withdraw any profit, they offer free and low cost games. 

I actually missed out on the promotion for the first deposit because I didn't read the blurb properly and only put in the bare minimum which was £5 to withdraw £64 but aside from the lousy clueless customer service it's actually not a bad site. 

I do keep winning and losing but now I've decided to just gamble the pennies and leave the pounds to build up as it is so tempting to try for a big bundle and convince yourself that you will eventually get the bonus game if you play long enough but that isn't always true.

My mum has had better luck and scooped £250. She was half screaming half laughing down the phone in disbelief. She is definitely more sensible and careful about her low bets than me who goes overboard haha. 

To celebrate next week weather permitting we are going to do dual pedicures, eyebrow shapes finally, lunch and possibly some shopping.

It's a new year and I have been struggling with my book and the direction it was going until recently where I managed to carve out some ideas. 

The chapter I'm on now is not flowing at all but today I am going to do my best to finish it. I do want to progress and start on the second book while the ideas are fresh in my mind.

Fed up with the inaccurate view counter on here, I did sign up for Google analytics but I'm finding that confusing and incorrect also so I don't know if my only solution will be too start posting directly on bloglovin. 

Mind you they only have a 7 day summary.

Christmas defrazzlement

This week has been decidedly rocky. The nausea is coming and going but for the most part it is over with however my physical endurance was pushed to the limit and I felt very dizzy and unsteady on my feet. 

Before I never used to feel lightheaded or shaky but now it comes on unexpectedly. I would usually choose the lift option but that was unavailable. 

I'm surprised I made it down the stairs I was shaking so badly and welling up because it was all too much. I have tried to put it behind me but it keeps haunting me.

I was basically told that because I look normal he made a judgement call that I didn't need any special treatment/assistance and so point blank refused to aid me but this week saw me crippled in pain. 

His uncooperative self had to profusely apologise over and over because I was literally shuffling forward half a centimetre at a time and holding onto the walls to steady myself.

Too little too late. I am not in the habit of lying or exaggerating my health conditions so when I request help or allowances be made for me that is not a whim. 

That is because inwardly I am screaming in pain and about to collapse from the strain of staying upright.

I'm so glad this year was nothing like last Christmas, putting my foot down and requesting that I know whether or not I will be away for the holidays was the sane thing to do. 

I left on the 23rd and was pricing cabs around and then looking around for my phone that I had in my hand a second ago when the cab pulled up. 

It had all my playlists and daft games on it and I would have been lost without it. It was only when I arrived safely at mums that I found it at the bottom of my overstuffed bag. 

Such a relief.

It only took me stepping into her home to feel the burdens lifted and the stress dissipating immediately. From then on I just switched off and let all my issues fade away. 

I had planned to do some writing and blogging but I just didn't have it in me. December had been such a rough month that all I wanted to do was catch up and have some fun and that's exactly what I did.

Presents wise I got some headphones, hair accessories, giftcards, speciality cake and creams. The gifts I bought went down well, mum loves her chic red microwave slippers. 

It went by too quickly but it was a wonderful festive time for me.