One of those ‘
circus’ like days, that I ever so enjoy. I only enjoy them because it makes the end if the day, when you kick of your tired heels of ‘hoochie’ and fall back into your ‘ happy‘ place of ‘comfy comfy’ worthwhile. In order for things to feel lovely, you kinda have to go through a series of stressful, back breaking, mind bending, emotionally draining hiccups…with rum. When you have…you tend to be a pussy cat who appreciates a bit of relaxed luxury. (I enjoy the fact that when I was little Wazza took me to Pontefract castle to film poo, after we got thrown out of Tesco’s for filming cold meat, melons and things that were 69p. Just revisiting the past via Facebook. It’s great how a castle can bring back a flood of foolish memories. Castles & I… don’t mix. The last time, I was in one, five police men were escorting me out of one, at 4am and Big Brother Rex’s dad was telling me off, in a ‘This Is It’ T-shirt. 🙂 Hellooo London! I’ve arrived!)
I’ve actually had a wonderful day. I’m working from home. Very pregnant. Enjoying my last couple of days and writing letters of consent for the BBC to Andrew, who works for the NH
S, stating that I am permitting the BBC to film Pete & I before, during and after…. the birth of our little girl. (Normal day in Wunnaland.) I’ve also been writing a ‘ Forward’ for someones book…which is the bit on the front or the blurb, where a ‘ celeb’ states how much they adore the author or the book in question. (Pickings must obviously be hard, if i’m the chosen kitty cat for the particular ‘forward.’ 🙂 Thank God for them! I love the idea of it all.) I have ‘Hilton’ forwarding my book. (INNIT!!!) *Bow here*
Pete on the other hand, woke up to one of those phonecalls, that drains every inch of happiness out of you immediately…as it snaps you back into your harsh reality of ‘bills- bills- should i put myself up for medical testing -bills.’ (No-one likes those calls or that moment when you find your minor irresponsibility has caught you up threefold.) He committed to ‘shirtless glaring at the ceiling’ for a good 17 minutes, whilst laid in bed, with his left arm over his face. Then we had a romantic gourmet fry up together, at our glass table and just like that, with a little bit of emotional support. He dusted himself off and got it all sorted. I’ve learnt that Men always want their women to be their cheerleader. No matter what. (Even if you don’t have the ‘pom poms.‘) We’re being really romantic and affectionate with each other right now. We’ve never been stronger. The ‘pom poms’ just keep it Wunna. *Wink-Pout*
ALL day, i’ve been feeling really weird? Like half dodgy. Half weird? It’s almost like i have the flu..( OMG I THOUGHT I JU ST GLUGGED DOWN A BIT OF MOULD DI S SOLVING FLUID!!! THANK GOD IT WA S VIMTO!!) Actually not sure how i got the two mixed up? Anyway, yeah…sorry about that…my body is being all weird? I’m not achey..but more ‘off button.’ I’ve got a banging ‘like I have a hangover..but not’ headache. My eyes hurt. I keep needing a poo. I want to puke. My tummy is doing these bizarre contracting ‘ oooh’s,’ my face has swollen up like a beach ball, my lips are all ‘trout pout,’ my mouth is all *ouchie* and i’m completely exhausted?? This has just decided to fall upon me all of a sudden? I’m confused by it…so in true Wunna style, i’m choosing to ignore it. Yay! *Throws an imaginary disco.* My Mum, Dad and Brother come back from Burma tomorrow morning. I’ve missed having a family, only a phonecall away.
Anyway, I’m thinking about getting my chakras cleansed tomorrow? I need to learn to relax a little. Yet i’m frightened that I’ll burst into labour mid ‘think of the colour green…like your frolocking in dewy green pastures of comfort.’ It’ll not really be too pleasant, if a human, in a tiara (I’m assuming my baby will arrive into the world, with tiara attached,) comes poking out of my ‘calm’ place, (don’t know why I don’t just say ‘fanny‘) all bitchy and sober..with an attitude problem. The good thing about it, is that the spiritual therapist will probably run away screaming…meaning i won’t have to pay. Hurrah! Fear them away with your vagina antics ladies!! It’s a winner everytime. Unless they’re a dude, then they’ll stay and want rubbish sexwith you…without even offering you a posh dinner.
God, i actually really fell ill…like i need to throw up? Pete’s poked off to work for the evening, so i’m alone for the majority of it all. Lovely! Lovely! Knowing my luck, sods law will decide to fuck with me and make me do this ‘baby’ marlarky, by my merry eyelashed self. Firstly, i’m not carrying my hospital bag and a massive film crew camera anywhere. (I have people that do carrying for me, let alone when i’m in actual pain.) Secondly…I need to re-tan. (I’m not pushing out anything, unless i’m mildy orange.) Lastly…i’d really really like to watch ‘Gypo Wedding’ tonight. It looked like a good one. Therefore my bambino will have to wait. 🙂 It is really exciting though. I can’t wait!! I’m nearly there dolls!!
Must go chill however. Oh and i’m loving those of you who see me out and about..then mouth the words ‘Is that Chrissie Wunna,‘ at me…sloooowly, until i agree. It takes me a few moments to decide (not whether I know it’s Me or not…yet more because I don’t want to look like a tit if you are mouthing at another) …but once i have decided, you all get a wave and a wink. (Even if I am at B& Q looking for cloths. Glamourous!) I actually feel ill. Bizarre.
Bring on ‘Baby Wunna.’