I’m sorry (mostly to myself, as I don’t have readers) that I have not blogged for weeks. I am a slacker. Although to be fair I have experienced all of the above in the time that I’ve been silent on the keyboard.
I’ve now been in my new job for 16 days. And boy what a change.
Joined at a busy time in a large firm, loads of deadlines that are a lot of work when you know what you are doing – let alone when you don’t know who does what, where they are, what they’ve been doing for the past year and what’s planned and coming up! Are you with me?
Travel about 30 miles each way and so far *touches head* there has not been a nightmare journey… (I’m mad to tempt fate typing this sentence, right?)
Homewise it’s all been busy too. Stu has had an eye op. He discovered at a routine eye check that he had a partially detached retina and they don’t know how or why or when it would ‘fully-detach’ so he had the op last Tuesday. Since then he has really been wiped out and uncomfortable. He’s been signed off for two weeks.
Right at the time that my car decides to pass out and play dead. Luckily he’s not driving for a week or so, but then it will be tricky. Right at the end of the month after not being paid for six weeks either – right bloody nightmare.
I’ve also been on a Hen Weekend to Bath. I even went for a Pole Dancing Lesson. Not something that I think I’ll be rushing out to do again. But we did have a laugh. It was lovely to spend drunken laughy times with my cousins.
My parents have had their 40th Wedding Anniversary (it makes me fee faint). Dad whisked Mum off to NYC and she came home with a new rock on her finger. I’d stayed at home and caught up with laundry.
My friend has had her third child, a little girl called Clara. Welcome gorgeous girly!
Then we had my cousin’s wedding last weekend, a lovely day – she had arranged it all herself and it was stunning, a marquee in their garden – classy but really relaxed – a great day (and night). Stu had to go home early as the smoke machine played havoc with his recovering eye, so I felt it only right that I stayed on the dance floor til 1am. Then ate my body weight in taramasalata and then staggered up the road to my parents house.
Sadly Lord P’s beloved granddad passed away this weekend too. Very sad and I raise a glass to his memory.
It’s Beth’s 11th birthday soon, she’s also off on a weeks school trip to deepest darkest Wales somewhere. She has been sent a packing list from school that would challenge most international jet-sets luggage requirements. I hope her bloody wellies still fit. Then Ellie brings home her application form for a Spanish exchange trip…. another bloody £300. *tuts and rolls eyes*
So there you have it. The world according to a busy working mother, lover (although not with the eye patch thing) daughter, cousin, friend and owner of deceased car.
I promise to (myself) to be a better bloggist.