Odd isn't it? Not really

It has been mentioned to me that I never notice when people are looking at me. Now I am fully aware that I pass through life almost completely oblivious to what is going on around me, especially people. It happened again yesterday I troll off to post some letters and am observed by madam. When I return she says, what is it about you that everyone just stops and looks? Well that is bye-the-bye, the fact is I didn't notice them looking and then of course I realised why. They do it after I have passed them and without eyes in the back of my head how on earth am I supposed to know? I can't can I, although I did notice one woman as she reacted most favourably as she came towards me, it was a sort of oooooooooooooo :-) I 'spose there are things about people that they, because it is normal for them, forget but come as a surprise to others. Is it the newly acquired tan? Is it the very short bleached hair? Is it the tattoo's, the way I walk etc, etc or a combination. I dunno but all these things and more, are well, part of me so I forget them. Perhaps one day I'll catch someone at it and have the courage to ask them. Of course when I say that perhaps I should spend more time in a frock as people don't seem to notice me then that of course is met with a negative response ;-)

Fed up with it

Off out again to Oxford Street and Primarni. No not buying, returning. Madam takes her and my stuff back while I peruse the shoes. By the time she has finished she finds me trying on a pair of white wedge heeled basketball type boots. Quite cute but too high for me. Definitely not for wearing for long periods and deffo not for the amount of walking I do.
We exit money intact and stroll down to M&S. Two more pairs of their knickers in a 12 primarily for the hols.
We leave there but as its before 9.30 Selfridges is shut. So we take coffee and a bun in Starbucks in North Audley St where it first happens. Madam gets the coffee and we await our munchies. As they are delivered its with.... Sorry to keep you waiting ladies. Tee hee goodness I'm passing in male mode again.
Hunger and thirst satisfied we go into Selfridges and I find the price of that Ted Baker deliciousness, £1500 mmmm a little out of my league by about £1400 :-)
We amble on stopping at Karen Millen and while we are perusing an assistant comes up from behind me and says to us both.... do you need any help ladies. So it happens again! I wouldn't mind but bleached hair or not with hair this short you can see the bald bit !!! Aaaaanyway she strolls off and madam says she is fed up with this keep happening, I of course revel in it. I do however say that it is far better for us to be referred to as ladies than to have someone say can I help you two gentlemen which makes her smile no end.

A hot loss and a chance to curry favour at the hairdressers

Of course after the initial weight off rush it has slowed to a crawl but as always I am in far too much of a hurry and therefore get very impatient. I must admit last night was the first meal in ten days that I actually felt I had eaten enough, a rather delish homemade vegetable curry. Oh how our tastes change over time. There was a time that even vegetables were viewed as the devils food. I mean who would want to eat green food, green means something has gone off! As for spicy food, my, my you'd be lucky to get me to eat that but now... I suppose the only food I dislike is Thai. Too hot and too watery, all that semi-clear anemic liquid with a nice slick of oil floating on the top, oh how yum, not! I suppose it is coming from an age when such things were unavailable, well almost unheard of.

It always intrigues me, how one can be so wrapped up in something until you give it a miss one day, that day turns into another and so on. Time was I would spend ages on Flickr, posting pictures, looking at the statistics, having a nose round and now its been over a fortnight since I logged in and realised what a waste of time it was, a very similar feeling I got when I left Fastbuck. I just post pictures to Ipernity and log off again. One might say even that is a waste of time but it does both give me something to do with the pictures I take and a reason to take more. I know some people think comments on their pictures almost give them a reason for living but to me they are just opinions especially when I used to see some of the comments put against utterly dire pictures. Not just esthetically dire but out of focus snaps that would have been deleted at first glance by me. I wouldn't even want people to know I'd taken them, that my level of skill had sunk so low. Mind you this place is not much better. Having received hits from some 'odd' places I investigated. Seems some porn sites hit blogging sites just so you trace them back as they get paid per click. Well the discussions over this are amazing, people placing so much importance on how many times they are getting hit and how they really need accurate statistics. Oh get a life.

Well the internet comes to the rescue yet again. Sally's the hairdressing supply company no longer sell 12%/40 volume bleach to the general public only that weaker useless stuff, so a quick look on Amazon and no end of people wanted me to buy it and cheaper. Ordered Friday and got here yesterday, brilliant. Lets hope the 100 blank DVD's I ordered yesterday get here as quickly.