Highly Strung

This weekend the Boyf and I will be attending the Smithfield Nocturne.  It will be our third year and unfortunately the weather is looking none too good, but we’re hoping it won’t be as bad as the first one we attended in which we were caught in a downpour of epic proportions;

Thankfully we’ll at least be under cover this time, especially since I’ve just seen this:

Yesterday I rode up Hornsey Rise (quite a hill at the end of a long day), behind a guy cycling very slowly.  Normally I like to ride as fast as I can up this hill, my theory being that the pain wont last as long if I do so.  This time though I stayed behind this slow fella and slowly ploughed my way up the hill and guess what?  I could breathe when I got to the top, a marked contrast to the breathlessness I usually feel.

So I had a think about this and the fact is that my natural impatience makes me want things to be done and dusted as soon as possible.  I dislike unknowns and therefore the sooner I can make them knowns, the better I feel.  Applying it to this case – I hate not knowing what I will feel like when I reach the top, but slowing down and delaying that knowledge actually leads to a better outcome.

So then I had a longer think and applied the same theory to a dramatic turn of events I experienced over the weekend (Boyf related), and figured out that if I had been more patient and taken things more slowly instead of wanting things to immediately be resolved one way or another there is a strong possibility there would have been a better result.  That’s not to say I’m entirely to blame, but it is to say that I could definitely do with adjusting my approach.

It’s lovely – but I am sooo sunburnt – I am an idiot

What a weekend – I’m exhausted. Sometime soon I’ll explain how you lose 3 kilos in 2 days and also why its bad to drink 5 and a half pints, two glasses of Port and smoke 7 cigarettes.

A fab week coming up. Firstly dinner with an old friend who is over from Australia, then a couple of days at work, which if they go well, will mean some giant leaps forward in my project.  Finally to cap it off my weekend begins Friday when the Boyf and I go to Edinburgh for the weekend to see a cylcing event.

Not only am I in floods of tears during every single episode of ER, but I’m also loving re-runs of Sex and the City!  It’s all wrong.  Worst still, although I aspire to be Carrie, I’m still just a Miranda (without the gay), dressed in Carrie clothing.  What does this say about me??

Pros

• ordering a curry and being able to make one order last for two nights
• waking up when I want, rather than 6.15
• watching any ole shit on TV and channel flipping
• making a bottle of wine last more than one night
• nesting in the living room (aka having all useful possessions to hand while sat on the floor – nail file, clippers, nail polish, book, magazines,mobile and land line phone, computer, notepad, pen, tv remote, PVR remote, purse etc
• allowing clothes mountain to climb further up the bedroom wall
• sleeping in the middle of the bed

Cons

• no one to cook for
• no cuddles
• no one to chat with
• general state of flat getting out of hand re lack of order and tidy
• no morning cuddle before getting up
• no kiss before going to sleep
• no one to cycle home with (no one to pump up my tyres)
• no one to agree with me about shit work was today

Swings and roundabouts isn’t it…

Last night I slept from 11pm until 5.50am without consciously waking up at any point during the night – miracle!

In other news, I am now 36, queue drooping of boobs, eye baggage being delivered, pot belly taking up permanent residence and arrival of back fat..gah …age…no….

Colleague 1 – Leaves her chair way out from her desk when she leaves the office – it encroaches on my bay.

Colleague 2 – has iphone headphones on but only one, so the other is audibly jangling.

Colleague 3 – Insists on having the window wide open even though a helicopter has been hovering overhead for the last hour

All other colleagues – varying between negative and uncooperative and ambivalent and apathetic…..