Bear Ugg!

I have coveted my mother's Ugg boots for years. 

I keep telling myself I will buy a pair, 

but at over £150 plus P+P I've put it off numerous times. 

My train of thought being, when in doubt leave it out. 

I haven't  spent that much on a coat let alone pair of booties. 

During my adulthood there have been times, 

when I have had to live frugally 

and so I do find it hard to splash out sans guilt! 

Don't get me wrong l do treat myself, 

but I think once, twice, thrice beforehand.

 I do also believe very strongly - 

and l have posted on this subject before-

 that the anticipation is the fun part, perhaps this is a case in point.

However during my December visit to my folks, 

I wore almost constantly my mum's older pair of Ugg's 

and they were wonderfully comfy and warm.

(Though not so petty since ''le bodger' applied his handiwork)

So with some Christmas cash and a bit more,

I researched the Ugg phenomena carefully 

and on Boxing Day I ordered a pair from Australianuggs.com

 they were on sale and with the P+P were affordable-ish. 

Yesterday I was advised they were waiting for me at the Parcelforce office 

and I could collect them when I had paid the VAT and charges. 

I wasn't  sure whether to be pleased or miffed, 

they were here but I had incurred charges. 

I had to pay £23 and collected them on the way to work, 

and when I was settled I got them opened. 

The gallery was so quite I tried them on. 

Ahh! so  warm and comfy, though a tad snug, 

as the sheepskin was all springy and upright like a lamb.

However this morning I wore them out as it was cold. 

We dropped off my daughter at work, 

then Larry and I parked up dropped by Starbucks for a skinny latte, for me not him,

 his is drenched with caramel syrup and sugar, I do like sweet but that would make my teeth itch!

then I whizzed around Tesco for a few things, 

which as you know 'a few things '  

very oddly adds up to a weekly ££ shop  at the check out!! 

How does that happen?

The thing of it is, these Uggs make me slop around,

 I can't pick my feet up properly and 

I feel even shorter than my now 5'7" 

(three years ago I WAS 5' 8.5" and no one can tell me why!)  

I got hotter and hotter, until I was flushing from my toes to the tips of my hair, 

removing layer after layer, at the check out 

and beside myself with frazzledness, 

I thought my head would implode 

with all the little explosions in my head. 

Is it the boots, the coffee or me?

I'm not blaming the Ugg's but my now my feet are aching 

from the flat-footedness of them. 

When I look down I feel like Mama Bear with these huge dumpy feet. 

I don;t need bigger feet I'm a size 8!

But I don't feel like that when I wear my mother's, 

perhaps that cos she's worn them in so well 

and maybe its' cos they are hers and all that that implies emotionally!?

 Or is that too deep?!

SO if anyone is after a pair of short,  sheepskin Australian Uggs, size 8 uk - 

you can have then for the price I paid, no more no less -  

btw these are not Deckers UGGS made in China, these are Uggs made is Australia, 

Ugg's but not UGG's  if you understand. 

I think they've got to go!

( or should I wait ...?! duh!)

Hell hath no fury ...

... like a woman going through the CHANGE'.

I am, I think by nature a passionate creature, I am a mix of French/Italian & English by parentage ... surely this speaks volumes ... there are no in between moods nor shades of grey with me I'm afraid. So perhaps one should feel sorry for my husband, my daughter and my son, yes probably even Pippa, our dog.

I have been known to try and put the iron into the fridge, the kids have found the bacon in the dishwasher instead of the fridge and the butter into the microwave (in error), and no the butter wasn't frozen! I have ranted at the children for not putting a teaspoon into the dishwasher and cried copiously in frustration on the telephone to the man at the bank, the telephone supplier and Sky tv. I know getting through the 8 different menu sections, to speak with a living breathing human in Bangkok, Bombay or Blackpool would test the patience of Mother Teresa or even Gandhi himself, but it defeats me totally, menopausal or not!

Lucky are those who can take Hrt, as l experienced the happy pills for 3 blissful months. Heaven on earth it was, no flushes, my mood swings were better, but my BP was so abnormal when checked by my Doctor, he was surprised l was still breathing. He told me to not take one more.

Now l just pray that the 'mad manic mama' or 'the mentalist' tags by which I am now referred to, will soon be forgotten and forgiven and I can get through this end of the horror, with my marriage and our children still intact and me in one un-frazzled piece!!

Last year I was having hot flushes (flashes in USA) every 10 minutes, day and night for about four months. Now I just get them when I eat anything hot, mow the lawn or ... well l'm sure you can imagine! 

All around me everyone is complaining that it is getting colder and asking 'when can we put the heating on?', I just laugh and tell them to firm up and put on a cardi or sweater. The heating on! no, that aint gonna happen this month!

Any helpful old wives tales or stress and strenuous free tips would be gratefully received...

OH shit, open the effing window here comes another hormonal heat wave...