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Posted by dulwichmum on Fri 8 January 2010

Several issues have already served to disturb my equilibrium for the beginning of this New Year (sniff). Oui, even here in Utopian Dulwich, extreme weather conditions cause turbulence.

I really am incredibly sensitive and serious you know (blows nose and tries to appear sincere). No, really.

It all began when James suggested a fabulous tropical villa break for the Easter hols, and naturally, one would never dream of long haul travel sans entourage, or at the very least – childcare (tucks Passports into the back of vault concealed within poured concrete kitchen island)…

Our 22 year old au pair is as pert, dewy skinned and innocent looking as a member of the damn Pussycat Dolls, and if I am to travel, sun bathe and frolic in the waves near her, several things have to change (peers seriously over the top of Chanel reading glasses).

I have purchased myself a couple of additional Slendertone appliances for a start (smirk). The apparatus pour les arms, causes my limbs to twitch and flap about wildly, completely out of my control, and the shorts (instruments of the devil!) are too complex and difficult to suit up in. My cockapoo became tangled in the gel pads and wires again this morning and he is now sporting dreadlocks and electricity burns (bless).

An unfortunate accident occurred during an arm toning session just last night and caused me to bop the au pair right on the nose (gasp)!

I adore the abdominal belt (CLENCH and relax, CLENCH and relax, CLENCH and relax), but this regime, coupled with a no carb diet and abstinence from alcohol (OHMYGOD), has served to provide me with an extremely depressing, and I must admit, short-tempered, start to the New Year.

To add insult to injury, Pussy Galore trotted into my open plan kitchen yesterday, returned from her Christmas holiday with a belated Christmas gift; a shoe box, cram packed with home made sweetmeats, delights and fancies pour moi.

How very dare she torture me so!

Naturally I have reported her to the UK Border Agency as smuggling foodstuffs from outside the EC is frightfully illegal, and as her passport has mysteriously gone missing, she is now residing in a detention centre in Kent awaiting deportation…

Job done!

I am, once again, on the hunt for a suitably saggy, snaggletoothed au pair; ugly enough to repulse my man but not that shocking that she frighten my poppets… Now, please excuse me while I shop for swimwear online.

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