I have the hair cut. I've exchanged my Wellingtons for rather elegant black leather boots with heels and now I've booked the first of three private Pilates lessons. I know. I'm not even sure how you pronounce that and I certainly don't know what to do. Hence the private bit. I think it involves flexibility with rather large rubber bands or something. Which is probably a good thing for me as I haven't been able to reach my toes since I was about 10 when my legs grew and my feet suddenly seemed such a very very long way away.
Now if I could only find a babysitter, I could spend my evenings in a cocktail bar drinking martinis and my new life as a city dweller would be complete.