Trying not to be a break up bore, but keep forgetting its not even been a week yet. In my haste to get over it, it feels like much longer.
July 27, 2009
The end is nigh
Actually it’s here. My question is – why do I never see it coming, why do I prefer to believe in the best case scenario? For a pessimist, I’m too fucking optimistic.
July 23, 2009
Oui oui
I’m off to Paris for one night only on Sunday, ostensibly to stand at a barrier for 4-6 hours waiting for the Tour de France to come into town, but in reality probably only be hanging at the barrier for 2-3 hours then taking off to top up my make up supplies at Sephora…
July 17, 2009
Home alone with big plans
The Boyf is out of town for 2 days. I got big plans! Well, at least I plan to do some tidying, cleaning and vacuuming. I’ll also attempt a return to the gym, and spend a night on the Rise (that’s Kensal…) catching up with a mate. Good times!
July 10, 2009
Old skool holiday
Rabbits, not much use are they. Seen one, you seen em all. Suffice it to say, the country is over for me. I miss my PVR, I miss freeview, I miss the rest of my clothes, I miss the local pub and I even miss channel 5.
It’s been an interesting experiment holidaying in the UK but if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re embarking on a trip encompassing 4 continents in October, we’d be somewhere warm right now. As it is, it’s rained every single day including the day we took a 5 mile walk across a Heath – trust me there’s nowhere to hide during a thunderstorm on a Heath! Luckily the day we did a 10 mile walk I found a brolly prior to departure.
The only upside has been sleeping in, spending quiet time with the boyf and not being at work.
Mission for next year, get proper job again with proper grown up salary and buy luxury holiday in failsafe warm destination. Thank goodness this contract ends soon, I’m done with my lowly salary and other crap things I won’t go into.
Pic: Hiding under the brolly during small storm on the Dunwich Coastal walk.
July 8, 2009
Safety first
I laughed as I watched the boyf both lock and chain the door at 4 pm in the middle of the Suffolk countryside. “what?” he said, “have you never seen Friday the 13th?”
