Friday, June 27, 2008

Back to reality

Well folks, it's been a busy couple of weeks. Week one was spent in sunny Spain with three girl pals, generally doing what girls do on holiday - not much. We all worked very hard on our tans, didn't drink too much booze amazingly (so no hangovers, yay!), ate scrummy food and basically chilled out without the guilty feeling you get at home because you should be doing a million other things. I also read four books.

The entertainment on hols was provided by my good mate LJ. She's very fair skinned and has an amazing ability to burn in the strangest of places when exposed to sunlight. It doesn't matter how well she applies the suncream, she'll always end up with a random red patch (or five!) and then soon after her skin will start to peel off. Not only that, when her skin is exposed to the cold and wet, ie a swimming pool, she gets a rash akin to the sort you get when you've rolled in stinging nettles. Odd.

Not content with amusing us with her strange skin, LJ somehow managed to develop an ear abscess while we were away. The poor mite couldn't sleep she was in so much pain so we called the Spanish doc out who fixed her up with antibiotics and an injection in her butt cheeks. I'm not sure he was joking when he said we could watch him stick the needle in for 30 euros each!

After winding LJ up that her ear might explode on the flight home (she was actually quite worried about this and we did little to alleviate her fears) she went to the UK docs to get the pain nipped in the bud good and proper. But UK doc said she didn't have an ear abscess at all and that the pain was actually caused by.....wait for it....chewing hard food! What!? Honestly, she'd hardly been munching on rocks for the past couple of weeks and she certainly hadn't consumed anything out of the ordinary. Apparently she'll be in pain for a couple more weeks but it should go away if she stops eating bricks. I think she should get a second opinion.

Anyway, week two has been spent moving house. Stress city! This means I now live in a fab apartment which I can barely afford but has sweeping views over a lake so it feels like I'm on holiday every time I look out the window. But it also means I'm skint, I ache from head to toe after shifting boxes, moving wardrobes, building furniture and buying plant pots.

I've also developed an addiction to tea, thanks to my mum. She drinks a mug of tea every 10 minutes (with skimmed milk, yuk!!) and now I'm following suit. Mum made her way back to the shire this morning after almost three days of sharing my house-move agony and has instructed me not to move ever again. This is my sixth or seventh move I think and mum's had enough. Particularly after our Ikea trip and the fact the table I'd just bought wouldn't fit in the damn car. Had to call a taxi in the end, a big one, and put up with the funny looks from passers-by who knew I'd made a bit of  boob.

Couldn't have done without mum's help though, and she's much more patient than me. I have a short fuse which is reduced by half when I'm stressed and I end up snapping at thos closest too me. Soz mum. Bet she's glad to be back in the shire for a bit of a rest.

So, here I am in my tidy new flat with just a few million more change of address phone calls to make and my flaming CIPR tutorial to go to tomorrow, boo.

Aggghhh and Max just died in Hollyoaks (the TV's on in the background and I just got distracted.) Gotta go and wipe my tears now, so sad.