30th Jan – Fruit Gums and Eyebrows
So Facebook suggest that a status should be a statement about what’s on your mind, yes? Well, on my mind is Fruit Gums – I want some. And I want my blue shoes; my Yoga bible; I’d like the jumpers I had to leave behind and some peroxide so I can again disguise the relentless slithers of silver slipping through my otherwise healthy ‘brown’ mop.
But, I’d be happy with some Fruit Gums.
What I do have is a scabby knee – I’m still being ever so brave; a cape of beautifulness and plans to go and explore Shaghai ( Now, there’s an interesting spelling error) this weekend oh! and the prospect of watching the Chelsea vs Man City game at 1am rather than 5.30? Hmm. Oh and ballet classes, I started ballet! In-between the popping of my hips and the creaking, cracking of my knees and ankles, I have established that I have rather a good foot!
Bespectacled in rose-tinted lenses, I recall all those lovely people I met in Dubai (or on the way to Dubai) and I wonder why I am not still there, or in London, drinking with my nearest and dearest… Then I think, well, ‘it’s because I tend to make last minute, gut led decisions that I know ultimately will turn out well’. This weekend, for instance, I have decided to embark upon the grand mission of getting my eyebrows threaded. At present, the rather excitable, heavy set creatures atop my eyes are evidently getting out of hand and so they need sorting. In the UK, in Dubai: no problem. Here, in Shanghai, it means firstly getting a taxi: not easy, then showing the taxi driver a preselected taxi card outlining where you need to go until the switch clicks and the toothless yet ever so jolly man zooms off into oncoming traffic in the opposite direction you thought you were going in! On occasion they will laugh and chat; I will nod and smile (probably smiling at being called a dumb westerner) until I reach somewhere where I have no idea where I am, give up trying to explain and find a bar – better luck next time Columbus, I say to myself, have a breakfast pint.
Still, when even getting your eyebrows done becomes an adventure, what cause is there to complain over not having Fruit Gums – you know, they do fried chicken feet here? Perhaps I’ll just give those a try, they’re probably better for my teeth.
She went to Shanghai 