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Feeling Fretful


Well, my case is packed at last so there’s nothing to do except have a good old fret about what could go wrong. For a spot of diversion therapy I had my nails done for only the third time in my life (and didn’t realise I was supposed to sit around for hours waiting for them to dry – the manicurist nearly fainted when I said I was going home to pack) and I had to have an emergency haircut when I mysteriously turned into Crystal Tips over the weekend.

That’s it, I guess, time to stop fretting and start looking forwards...

Comments

Karen Jones Gowen said…
Is that why my manicures never take? Have fun!
25 January 2010 at 11:42
mountainear said…
Chill now. Enjoy NY.
25 January 2010 at 13:17
Elizabethd said…
Have a wonderful time in NY, hope it all goes well.
25 January 2010 at 13:44
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Have a great time in the Big Apple!

Jeanne x
25 January 2010 at 14:11
Fran Hill said…
Loved the picture. I really liked Crystal Tipps when I was a kid. My favourite programme. Was easily pleased .... Have a good time in NY.
25 January 2010 at 14:25
Jenny Beattie said…
Have a lovely time in NY, Chris. Can't wait to hear about it when you return. Jjx
25 January 2010 at 15:03
Friko said…
Happy Landings!
And when you come back treat yourself to an aromatherapy massage, you'll be dry in no time.
25 January 2010 at 15:05
Pondside said…
Have a great time, Chris - soak it all up. If you think of it, do it. If you see it, well just buy it or eat it or ride on it or sit in front of it and gaze for a good long time. Have fun!
25 January 2010 at 17:49
her at home said…
Live!!! Enjoy!! ( and come back and tell us all about it!!)
26 January 2010 at 01:06
Fennie said…
Do have a wonderful time - most envious. The rush and crush of people. Fighting the Tide was what I felt like trying to admire the roof of Grand Central Station. If you stood still for a second someone would cannon into you. Or so it felt.
26 January 2010 at 02:44
Cait O'Connor said…
New York will be wonderful and I can't wait to hear all about it.
26 January 2010 at 05:42
DOT said…
Pack your spurs, your Mum is right - New York bed bugs are big enough to ride round the block:)
26 January 2010 at 08:01
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
You're going to have such a wonderful trip, I wish I was going again soon.

Enjoy.
26 January 2010 at 10:13
sheepish said…
Have a great trip and shall look forward to hearing all about it when you return.
27 January 2010 at 03:00
Pipany said…
Have an absolutely amazing time Chris and tell us all when you get back x
27 January 2010 at 07:26
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28 January 2010 at 04:09
Flowerpot said…
hope you have a wonderful time Chris. IU've never had a manicure so you're way ahead of me!!
28 January 2010 at 06:18
Liane Spicer said…
Have a great time, Chris, then tell us all about it!
30 January 2010 at 08:16
Brown Dog said…
Ooh, I used to love Crystal Tipps and Alistair, and as a lank-haired teen, I'd long for hair just like CT. (Mind you, looking back now, I suppose I can see the error of my ways...)

Hope you're having a fabulous time in NY as I write. And you will of course by now have noticed there's a mani-pedicurist on virtually every street corner in America, so you've probably doubled your lifetime quotient by now.

Speak soon. I'm just dying to hear about the nuddypants scanner.
4 February 2010 at 01:27
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