But hang on. This rest? This 'me' time. Was me going to get a bloody smear test!!!
Yes, the joyous 45 minute rest and relaxation time. WAS TO GET A SMEAR TEST! Not go to a spa, not have some Pimms in a beautiful country pub, not even going to the flicks and tucking into some pick 'n' mix on Orange Wednesday. Nope. It was to get my privates, my foo (yes I use foo, yes this makes me immature, but I like the word foo) looked at.
Since having my children I have found it increasingly hard to get any 'me' time and 'me' time generally is me getting my hair cut, or food shopping, or nipping out to hastily buy some clothes. So 'me' time is basically me doing normal everyday tasks under the guise of me having a 'treat'. Good job I have this amazing 'me' time or else I would be a long scraggly haired, starving, dirty ragged hobo.
This is not a smear test. This is is what should be classed as fun. Cocktails.