So here's to you...

 
Ah blog, I have been a neglectful witch haven't I?


Sometimes though, I guess real life gets in the way.

And by real life I mean laughing, drinking, 19 year old boys (well, boy actually), weekends away, work, more work and yet more work. Oh and disappointment. And then happiness. And then a bit more disappointment.

In the past week I've experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. I think I'd forgotten what it feels like to be sad. I guess a reminder every so often isn't such a bad thing, to put things into persepective and make me see that life is actually pretty fantastic most of the time.

I have a new plan to drag me out of this mini slump I've been experiencing. Sleep. Sleep will solve all the world's ills. I don't remember what a lie in feels like. I can't remember the last time I had an evening in. I think it was the beginning of last week but I can't be sure. I need to slow things down, take some time for myself and just sit.


I miss sitting.

Time goes by, so slowly?

 Props to you if you get the picture reference

Can someone please explain to me HOW it is March ALREADY?


Where is this year going? Have I just been living in a volunteering/running/weighing/friends-ing bubble or is this year flying by for anyone else?

And that concludes the questions part of the agenda.

My first week in my new job is drawing to a close. It's gone really rather well. I haven't had to shout at anyone. I haven't had to be a giant bitch and put my boss hat on. I haven't had to bribe anyone with piglets or cakes (I can, however, be bribed with both, just fyi). It's just been... nice. Which is a strange thing to say about work, I know. But I genuinely enjoy my job. The work can be terribly dull but the people never are.

This weekend will mostly consist of a weekend away in an old boarding school with a bit of roleplay thrown in for good measure. Sadly it's not going to be quite as kinky as it sounds. Nope, I'm off for a selection weekend for the Festival Branch of the charity that I volunteer for. I predict the weekend will contain the following: rubbish food, not much sleep, midnight feasts, sneaky boozing.

I HEART SNEAKY BOOZING.

(Although it's gin and slimline tonic all the way for me, and I have to count how many I have. Damn you Slimming World)

Swan song

Last night I went to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake.

To say it was amazing would be to do it a disservice. I laughed, I cried (predictable, I cry at everything), I wanted to be a ballet dancer (alas, not with these thighs), I pretty much fell in love with the Lead Swan. Any man who can dance in tight leather trousers is absolutely fine by me.

However, I have one question....


Where the hell can I get a pair of these furry trousers?

Free bitch baby

 
I've been feeling odd all morning.


This may have something to do with the fact that I went out last night and drank my body weight in gin, pink champagne (a girl's got to celebrate a promotion in style) and cocktails. It may have something to do with the fact that I sent an email at 3am that I really shouldn't have sent. It may also have something to do with the fact I've only had four hours sleep.

But a minute ago it hit me. The real reason why I feel strange.

I don't have to do anything today.

I don't have to be anywhere or do ANYTHING. I can't remember the last time this happened. I can sit on the sofa underneath my slanket and watch Eastenders. I can weep silently into my raging hangover. I can have a nap. I can watch DVDs. I can do whatever I like. It feels very very strange.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to resent alcohol and not eat cheese. Oh, how I wish I could eat cheese.

Good things hunting

The Good:

Another promotion at work and a hefty payrise.
A weekend in London in April. (London people, let's hang!)
Barcelona, obv.
Northern Quarter drinking tomorrow night.
A selection weekend for the Festival Branch of the charity next week. In an old boarding school. Late night drinking and flouting of lights out rules ahoy!
A weekend in Nottingham in March. I miss it.
Glastonbury!


The Bad:

I've started having migraines. I had my first one about three weeks and I've had a couple since. Why?
Insomnia and resulting tiredness the next day is making life difficult.
I fear I may have taken on too much.
A shift at the charity tonight. I love it but today I'm just not in the mood. I want to lie in a darkened room.


The Ugly:

Well, nothing really. Life is beautiful.



Tell me yours! Do you have any exciting plans for the next few weeks? Any annoyances currently grinding your gears? Have a lovely weekend folks xx