In the words of Gloria, I will survive

Today Debbie will be modelling the over the shoulder look for the girl about town in war torn Chelmsford, where every girl should have a gas mask style box with the exciting inner secret!
Though not that secret, as I can't sneak up on anyone because of my chattering teeth thanks to the vibrating box and my left hip bone will never be the same.

I left the bum bag battery belt in the car so I could see just how long the battery lasts on the box. Considering it's suppose to last three and a half hours, time really must fly when you look a dork as the alarm went off in what I thought was no time at all and boy that baby hurts your ears when it goes. I can foresee problems ahead on this holiday with getting timings right when charging it up until I get the hang of it.
Win a holiday, get spending money and a nervous breakdown thrown in too! I will have to sign in the nearest alcohol abuse clinic on my return from calming my nerves twenty four seven with the delicious medicine called brandy.

Still this time next week the holiday will nearly be finished... hoorah! Honestly I shouldn't be such an old melancholy shrew. If I think back to this time last year, I would have freaked out at the mere mention of anything out my comfort zone and here I am twelve months on settled in my little bungalow, with enough equipment to equal Metallica on tour and I'm going on my second holiday in as many months... actually that is quite an achievement isn't it... hell yeah this shrew ain't ready to give up and lie down yet... moan nonstop yep you bet and panic at her own shadow Oooo yes, but I think I'm a brave little drama queen too really! And besides I have fab friends who will always slap me if I get too wimpy...

Lots of love Debbie x