One adventure after another

I dashed to the dress shop for my 10am appointment. By 11am I'd spent an hour in a huge evening gown getting increasingly grumpy. Not only was I furious that they were wasting my time I'm less than impressed by the following...
1. Firstly there is the size of my body
2. Then there are the measurements they dreamt up and wrote on my form
3. Then of course there's the measurements of the dress I tried on.
Why then is my dress a direct match to NONE OF THESE????

I didn't think I could get more cross. Then I went for my birthday treat....

Even though my birthday was ages ago, L and I went to a hammam as my treat. Well when I say hammam.... It was actually two hours in someone's badly tiled basement being scrubbed with black soap and left unattended while the soap slowly burned my retinas.

We did very well to survive. Neither of us ran screaming into the street but it was certainly tempting. Thank goodness we fortified ourselves with a vino by the canal first.