Going One D.


There was only One Direction I was headed this afternoon.  And that was straight home, to bed.  With a head cold.

Scarf – JayJays, T – CK at Costco, sweater – Ralph Lauren.

I thought I’d beaten the elements wearing this knitted scarf around my neck yesterday but sadly it was not the case.  The cold and the general busyness of the last few weeks have done their worst.

And here I am.  At home with the Butter Menthols and the closest I’ll get those young men from One Direction – through the pages of New Idea.  Even Mr SSG got closer to the action than I did.  Apparently there were tweens and not so tweens all over Martin Place and the CBD in general from the very early hours.  Getting between hard working city folk and their favourite baristas and adding several decibels to the acceptable sound limit for the area.  I don’t actually know what the band looks like and don’t really know what they’re famous for.

Was it only this time 2 years ago that I faithfully researched just who Justin Bieber was when he caused mayhem in those very same streets of the CBD?  Back then, I’d actually heard the music and could recognise the teen heart throb if pressed.  It also so innocent back in 2010.  All the girls could do for the news crews was scream, cry and hyperventilate.  The sound grabs from today went into explicit detail about what the fans would do should a defenceless One Direction band member come their way….

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Time really does fly.  Mr Bieber’s practically at retirement age now and settled down with a nice young girl, Selena Gomez. Who was in Monte Carlo, a film I caught on the plane home from London.  It was actually lots of fun with strong acting from Selena, and Leighton Meister.

Image from modoration.com

It didn’t get great reviews but it was just the film for a 14 hour flight.  If I recall correctly, I was eating sorbet after my weird hour of the morning snack of lobster and Moet.  Why isn’t Gold Class on the ground as good?

So in a roundabout way, I guess you know I’m home sick.  With only the internet, memories and my work phone to keep me company until Mr SSG comes home and we microwave some soup for dinner.  Don’t get me started on the work phone.  Why is it that I’m both too old to care much about One Direction and too young to text on a keypad based Nokia?  The numbers don’t quite add up.  It took me half an hour to send a message and even then I couldn’t put any full stops in it.

Frosty Fruits are more healthy than I thought they were.  Look at all the health benefits on the box – fat free, real fruit juice and free of artificial additives to boot.  

Keeping my fluid intake up isn’t going to as complicated, thank goodness.  When I get bored of water, I’ve got Frosty Fruits and jelly cups ready to go.

I’ve set up a hot honey and lemon bar in the kitchen.

Home made LemSip.

And I’m in control of the remote for tonight!

Take care everyone and stay healthy!


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