Here am I, sitting in a tin can
Well, it’s been a busy old week, that’s for sure. It’s been a week that contained cocktails, though, so that’s the main thing, really, isn’t it?
I mean, I can’t even remember what this cocktail WAS, to be completely honest, but at this point I’m amazed I can remember who I am, so here is a photo of Rubin, hiding under the bed…
He likes it there. I think he maybe believes we can’t see him if he can’t see us?
He went to the V-E-T this week, for a quick check-up, and also because he has a skin tag on his neck that we like to have looked at regularly, because no matter how often the vet tells me it’s just one of those things dogs sometimes get, and not anything to worry about it, I obviously still worry. Lately I’ve been worrying even more than usual, because Rubin had scratched it a couple of times to the point where it started bleeding, and there had been a suggestion at his last checkup that they might give him an operation to remove it, purely to stop that happening. This freaked me the hell out, obviously, because MAH BABY, but luckily the vet didn’t think that was going to be necessary, so that was a relief. Otherwise, he’s in great health, and, as always, was very excited by the attention he got as a result of that little trip, so it’s all good.
In other news, it turns out I’m possessed. Yes, you heard me: totally possessed. You know how sometimes in horror movies, someone will have their photo taken, and it’s only when they look back at it that they realise there’s something very, very strange afoot? Well, last week I was taking some “before” shots of my eyelashes for this post, and…
Yup: possessed. With what, I don’t know, but I took another one, just to be sure, and …
Yeah. This is why I don’t post selfies very often: I swear to God they ALL end up looking like this – or worse. Because, yes, it’s possible to take even worse photos than these, trust me.
Not only did these photos convince me I was probably possessed, they also sent me spiralling down the rabbit hole of “Why do my eyebrows look like that in that photos, because I really don’t think they look like that in real life?” Fifteen minutes and far too much tweezing later, though, and I had abandoned the brows in favour of typing phrases like “best under-eye cream for really bad wrinkles” and “why is eye cream so freaking expensive” into Google. And THAT’S why I don’t do many beauty reviews: well, no one really needs to see themselves in that much detail and/or without makeup, do they?
(I’m not joking about the eye cream, by the way: if you know of a good one that’s a) available in the UK and b) not going to cost me my life savings, please share!)
Oh, and after I’d taken these photos, I proceeded to go about my business as usual… and it wasn’t until later that night that I realised I never did finish doing my makeup after taking these “before” shots! See? Possessed.
Over the weekend, we were first of all in Edinburgh, where I spotted this awesome car:
It’s a Nissan Figaro, and I really want one, but Terry is so far saying no. Other things Terry is currently saying “no” to include a baby koala (which I saw on a Facebook video), and a cat that looks like a tiny leopard (which I saw on an episode of ‘Keeping Up With the Kardashians’, and now I can’t live without it). Terry is SUCH a spoilsport, isn’t he?
The next day, we were on other side of the country, in Glasgow, where the blue skies and sunshine made it feel very like spring, even although it was absolutely freezing:
Still, blue sky can’t help but make the world feel a little brighter, can it?
Finally, last night I got home from my niece’s 16th birthday celebrations to a message from a lovely reader who had stumbled upon this website, and instantly recognised one of the posts as mine:
Now, I don’t normally recommend the “naming and shaming” route with stuff like this, but this isn’t the regular kind of “whoops, I didn’t realise I wasn’t allowed to do that” kind of copying: it’s someone who is intentionally and knowingly stealing other people’s work, and she’s outright refusing to remove it, despite repeated requests. I’ve gone to great lengths to explain to the person that what they’re doing is illegal, and they just won’t budge (and instantly delete my comments from their Facebook page, too – which only proves they’ve read them!), which means I now have to begin the process outlined in this post in order to get my stolen content removed from their site.
The post that’s been copied is the most popular one on my blog: it gets tens of thousands of page views every month, and having it replicated in its entirety like this is potentially very damaging to my business, which is why I can’t afford to just turn a blind eye to it. In the great scheme of things, it’s obviously not a huge deal, but it’s quite upsetting to work hard on something and have someone else just take it like that (and then point-blank refuse to take it down), so yeah, not a great end to the week, but luckily we’ve dealt with this so many times now that I’m sure we’ll be able to have it removed!
P.S. – As I also mentioned in the eyelash extensions post, my parents got me a GoPro for my birthday, which was very exciting for me, because now I can take videos of my eyelashes, and my bedroom, and, oh, ALL KINDS OF THINGS, seriously. I’m still very much an amateur, obviously, and I probably always will be, but I have vague plans to start uploading videos to my You Tube channel occasionally. Whether I actually DO it or not is another matter altogether, but if you don’t follow me, you’ll never know, will you?
[Title lyric: David Bowie, ‘Space Oddity’]