Final Post

In less than an hour I will turn thirty… and of all the things to prompt my final post? ‘Bridget Jones’s Baby’. Quite fitting if you’re actually me, quite boring and cliche if you’re not. Each film has seemed to progressively mirror my life… How many women out there are saying that right now? Probably too many. Borrrrring. Pretty sure a lot of people have their Mark Darcy out of reach, too. Again, boring. I did everything I said I was going to do during my last year, and also a little bit more, but in hindsight most of it was to do with sex, relationships, work and families. Like Bridget Jones. Boring. Things that people have to deal with everyday. So whilst it was all kind of special to me, it was nothing out of the everyday norm -or else BJB wouldn’t be that hilarious (and it was!) BUT this was certainly a winning year for me, if not one of my favourites of all time. I came out of my comfort zone a lot more times than usual and met a lot of weird and wonderful people. I managed to leave my terrible job and start a university couse, whilst GS was my boyfriend and luck was pouring my way. Love. I achieved my goal.

My year as being twenty-nine year-old has been swell!

I’m going to continue a new blog tomorrow. Another 12-month space. I shall enter my thirties with a spotty chin and tired eyes, but will embrace the new decade nonetheless. My last year as a twenty-nine year-old has been good to me but this year shall be better ❤

NEW BLOG HERE

New goal: Academic effort for a solid year.

 

 

 

 

PUSHING THE BUTTON

This morning I helped my Husband set up a profile on the dating site I use. He’s a lot more computer savvy than I am, but I suspected he needed a bit of a nudge with the whole thing. This time last year it might have been the weirdest thing I’ve ever had to do, but it was actually quite fun and we had a laugh. He’s never really been into that sort of thing, but since the decison to solely co-parent has been fairly serious for a couple of months now, it probably seems like the next best way for him to meet new people. I could never imagine him hanging out in bars, and even if he did I doubt he’d meet the kind of person I know he’d like to spend time with, either on a temporary basis or a long-term one. I’m happy with whatever seems to be currently happening in my life. It’s a bit skew-whiff right now, but also a bit exciting and I like that. My new job should begin before the end of June and I just feel like a lot of things are falling into place, even if they’re happening slowly. I know I’ve made the right decision separating from my Husband, co-parenting and changing jobs, so I really hope something positive comes out of all this. For a while it wasn’t easy and looking back I actually felt too humiliated to admit I was unhappy with a lot of it, but since being honest with myself -and other people, namely my Husband- I feel like a weight has been lifted and being truthful and open is the best way to be. I’d like to set myself some new goals soon and begin to think forwards. I need this.

Last night, Dom asked when I’ll be starting my new job and said that he couldn’t believe I was actually leaving the place. He reminded me that I always said I’d be ‘out of there’ by the time I was thirty and not a day longer…I’m happy I managed to acheive that goal. It’s approximately five months until I turn thirty. I originally started this blog in attempt to record the events for the last couple of years in my twenties and I think there’s been quite a few things ticked off the bucket list since then. I’m going to start a fresh blog on my birthday and keep it as a ‘first year of being thiry’ log or something like that. I hope it to be a lot different to this one though. I was quite cagey about the whole marriage thing until now, but I suddenly realised it doesn’t make much difference if I’m hoping to look back on all this and learn something anyway. Today is the best day to feel good and stay open 🙂

I still have the plan to press the massive reset button (which I still imagine to be a huge, red, shiny thing) when my birthday arrives. Though it’s looking like it might be a sad thing to do. A lot of wonderful things have happened this year and last. The whole concept of the button was to erase any mishaps that may have occurred. I would take chances but then refrain from feeling guilty because on the day of my birthday it would not matter…

“Oh, all that shit? Yeah, that happened…but that was when I was in my twenties”

…Looking back, it almost seems that creating the button was almost like giving myself a ‘get out of jail free’ card… I could go and do whatever I wanted regardless of consequences. Luckily I haven’t done anything regretful.

In other news…Whilst chewing gum on the bus to work today, I broke my tooth. Chances are, it was probably weak anyway and was just about due to snap, but it really frightened me and I was a bit upset. Tears in my eyes on the bus, like a complete wally. Crikey. At first I thought it might have been a filling that had come loose, but on closer inspection it was a bit of my real tooth. I actually felt sick. It’s a part of my body breaking away because of, most likely self-inflicted, erosion and it’s something that’s not going to repair naturally. Ironically, I’m fascinated with teeth. I love looking at teeth, touching teeth, licking teeth and generally talking about teeth providing they are anything but perfect… but for a part of my tooth to come away makes me feel uncomfortable. And continuous, nightmarish dreams about gnashers makes me fret. I’ll give the dentist a call on Tuesday morning, although fixing it would purely be for reasons of vanity, as it doesn’t really affect my eating or anything like that. I’m also in no pain and it isn’t at all visible to anybody who isn’t looking directly into my mouth. After I arrived in town, and I after I got over the panic of my poor tooth, I went to the Chinese supermarket and bought my Dad some of the noodles he likes. I also purchased some pork buns, wasabi seaweed and rice flour cake thingys. Absolutely gorgeous!

 

I’m on holiday next week. I’m not leaving the country, but I certainly won’t be coming anywhere near work. I imagine one of those free mornings shall be spent at the dentist, but I really don’t mind. I could combine it with a general check up anyway and then I’ll be able to relax for the next six months or so. A few more hours until hometime -Hoorah! I thought DR would be picking me up tonight, but I only just realised it’s Saturday and he said Sunday. To be honest I’m glad. I don’t fancy the service station tonight… I just want to go to sleep and have nice dreams about really ace stuff.

Grab a free hug…

*hug* *hug* *hug* *hug* *hug* *hug*… etc

 

 

Five Lists of Five #9

ONE -Five Things I Did Today:

1. Cleaned the house
2. Worked with a new manager
3. Washed my hair
4. Doodled a self portrait
5. Smoked with Szymon

TWO -Five Songs I Listened to Today:

1. Chance Meeting – Roxy Music
2. Junger Römer – Falco
3. Boléro – Maurice Ravel
4. New Faith – New Order
5. An Eagle in Your Mind – Boards of Canada

THREE -Five Favourite British Actors:

1. Donald Pleasance
2. Roddy McDowall
3. Liam Neeson
4. Gary Oldman
5. Rik Mayall

FOUR -Five Occupations I’ve Debated Persuing:

1. Pathologist
2. Dentist
3. Midwive
4. Artist / Architect
5. Psychologist

FIVE -Five Things I Ate Today:

1. Rainbow Drops
2. Crumpets
3. Chicken curry
4. Bacon
5. Grapes

Guinness, Smokes, and a Panic Attack

Woah! I believe I’m approaching the weird stage of the night shift. The time when you’re so tired you actually start to question your own existence. I’ve not done a night shift in a good while, so it’s presently quite a nice feeling but I’m sure the loveliness will wear off during the bus ride home in the morning. Not looking forward to that bit.

I’ve had a totally brill few days this past week. I even did the strange thing of spending time with colleagues outside of work for two of those and, quite surprisingly, had an absolute blast! My body has definitely recieved more Guinness and nicotine than usual, but it’s felt so good. On the second night out, I was silly enough not take my debit card out with me, purely with the intention of not over-spending, which of course didn’t work out, so I was left stranded in the centre of town without enough money for a taxi back to my hometown -oopsie. The only night I couldn’t get in touch with my Dad for rescue, as he was working a night shift -Ha! Typical. Everybody was either a sleep or miles away, except GS, who said it would be okay to stay at his house for the night, which was mildly disorientating to some extent, as I’m not one for breaking routine or crashing at places at the last minute, but it turned out to be rather pleasant. I managed about four hours kip that night, which was just enough rest to get me through the following day. The morning was a bit nippy so he gave me a coat to go home in which was pretty ace. Although, I did have a mild panic attack whilst on the tram due to feeling so claustrophobic. It probably didn’t help that I’d been smoking for three days on the trot -not smoked in a long time, you see- and I felt a bit groggy from the alcohol consumption.

I met DR for some drinks later that day too, as fragile as I was. I stuck to the non-alcoholic cocktail menu and I looked absolutely dreadful (laughs). It wasn’t anything serious, but it did turn out to be a fairly productive day in the end, as we arranged a trip to Perth for the end of August this year, so that should be totally neat. I love Perth! I visited the city a month or so back and fell in love with the place. I actually should’ve slept the day I met DR, but it was sunny and the weather was drawing me outside. He was actually the first person I emailed when I was stranded in the city that night, but he said that he forgot to check his mail. Ah well.

It looks like my new job won’t be starting until the beginning of June now because I have to first attend an appointment with some occupational health lady first. I have a feeling I’ll have to explain the anxiety I was experiencing late last year and report why I was away from work for a month. Ugh. Like I want to remind myself of all that crap again. I suppose if it’s to get the job then I’ll have to. I imagine they just want to make sure I have a clean bill of health before they hire me.

Anyway, on the way in to work this evening I was debating whether to go to the chippy before my shift began. I felt peckish, but also liked the idea of walking in the cold weather whilst stuffing my face with a big portion of greasy chips. Funnily enough, the bus didn’t make it to the final destination and we were asked to alight a few stops earlier….right outside the chippy itself -ha! I took it as a sign and got my chips 🙂

Feeling of invincibilty coming over me now, so I’m dancing a bit. Making some cool shapes and all that load… Pouquoi-pas?! I’ve got my reset button to press on my birthday and I’ll be outta this place soon enough anyway, so I might as well relax. Stupid really, maybe I should’ve relaxed ten years ago when I started here (massive laughs). Live and learn, etc…

More coffee, please.

ZZZzzz…

 

 

 

 

Sardines and Coffee

It’s impossible to keep up with a blog entry for every single day of May. I’m usually busy and usually tired. In fact, it’s a complete nuisance having to put aside potential quality time just so I can post an entry on here, so the daily entries will have to stop. Now! (points finger of authority)

I imagine not the most delicious looking of breakfasts, but it’s exactly what I feel like and it tastes damn fine; sardines in tomato sauce on toast and fresh, filtered coffee with milk and sugar. Yes. Last night was a blast. I went out in town for a meal and drinks with a few pals and work buddies. After much laughing, lots of smokes and many beers I expected a hangover from Hell this morning. Alas, I awoke feeling fab and haven’t wasted a single moment of the day. My friend Dom was definitely the highlight of yesterday’s events. Individually, we’re pretty straight cut, but collectively we seem to cause chaos and everything seems hilarious. We’ve worked together for about seven years and we’ve shared a department for the last five of those. I shall miss him terribly when I leave because he is, without a doubt, the best part of that place ❤

*positive energy for Dom-Dom*

In other news, I’ve ran out of Earl Grey which means I’m currently drinking PG Tips and trying to make the most of it. Ugh. Going to do some watercolour painting tonight and pop on The League of Gentleman for background noise. I’d usually listen to some Air, Floyd or Aphex Twin went I’m getting creative, but I know the show so well that it makes for easy listening.

Cheerio for now.

(4/31) 04 March, 2016 WEDNESDAY

DR picked me up on Tuesday night like I said. We spent most of the night at the local service station. It was extremely surreal… and I suppose kind of odd conversation really, too. In a way, I’m really not sure why I’ve been spending any time with him at all.  I believe the answer is quite abstract and I’m unable to explain it to myself. Honestly. It’s not even like I fancy the guy, we just…get on. Although, and I hate to say it really, I suspect it’s something to do with all the chivalry. I’ve never really been into all that kind of thing. I’ve always found it a bit sexist and unnecessary and I’m probably more independent than I’ve ever given myself credit for, so for somebody to just suddenly pop up and offer lots of material services is something new to me. I think it could be good in the short term or even in small doses forever, but not on a constant basis. It would thoroughly irritate me. I’ve had a few comments from friends that he’s probably after “something else”, but he has never said anything inappropriate to me and I genuinely don’t think he ever will. He’s never even flirted come to think of it. Anyway, even though he’s been very generous this past week, I’m thinking I might take a different route to the bus stop after work tomorrow so he won’t be able to wait and drive me home. I could just go by my own morals and be honest about the whole thing, but I worry about offending people so I guess I’ll just have to hide. It’s not like I don’t appreciate a lift home, but I’m not disciplined enough to say no when he suggests we go for a drive. Bah! I’m so annoying.

 

(3/31) 03 March, 2016 TUESDAY

The morning begun with a semi-killer hangover after all the gins last night, but soon picked up when I recieved a phone call that informed I got the job I had an interview for the other week -Hoorah! I was literally screaming top note “I can’t believe it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Yes!”. It was really embarrassing actually. The funny thing was that I was still damp from getting out of the bath and my hair was drenched, so I was basically prancing around the living room like I was involved in some kind of weird cult dance. It was like a scene from The Wicker Man or something, not quite Britt Eckland (yes, I know that wasn’t her arse) but not far off (laughs). Perhaps I was still tipsy from the gin. So…How long have I been moaning about my night shifts and rubbish rota? Most likely since I started this blog and for even longer before that. My new job is a flexi-hours Mon-Fri job. Yes. It will be absolute bliss to work and sleep during normal hours. I’m banking on looking a lot more healthy by next year, too. My life will have some kind of structure. I can make social plans and maybe attend night classes. I had previously joked with GS about going to his house to drink lots of alcopops (he was saying he’d never really drank them) as a form of celebration if I got the job -genuinely didn’t think I’d get it – but now I’ve got it I’m going to purchase the alcopops and go to his house and annoy him for a short while, but that’s only when my bank balance improves and I have free time. Anyway, in the midst of my screaming excitement, Postman Pat posted something quite heavy through the letter box. Do you remember Colin who I met on the dating site last year? (nope, he didn’t post Colin) The awesome gothic-type dude who plays piano and can sing like Bowie? Well, anyway, he had sent me a fat envelope full of lots of wonderful things inside, including a lovely letter. I love recieving mail so much! Bills can fuck right off, but letters and parcels from friends are amazing.

As well as all the cutsie stuff, he sent me a mini collection of his zines 🙂 They are so fab! It’s just the kind of thing I really appreciate and it’s something I feel like I need right now. I can’t wait to send something cool in return 🙂 I usually repost ‘The Bewlay Brothers’ song he covered because it’s so bloody fantastic, but today I’ll share ‘Brain Damage’ because it’s also brill (and his singing kinda makes me chuckle) and I love Floyd ❤

The end of my shift is drawing near and I believe that DR is picking me up again. I told him via email that I was a bit hungover and would much rather he take me straight home, but now I’ve perked up a bit I’m secretly hoping he’ll suggest doing something or going somewhere else. Anything that doesn’t involve alcohol. It’s my last day at work before my days off so I wanna do something cool.

C’mon May! Be MINT! Be a winner!

 

(2/31) 2nd March, 2016 MONDAY

I write this as I lie on the sofa, recovering from a hangover and wishing that I didn’t have to work this afternoon. Ugh.

Mini-update on previous post: I responded to all unopened mail on Facebook, like I said I would, and I felt better for it and I got some lovely responses 🙂 I have good friends. Understanding friends.

Yesterday was a nice day. I met up with K in the afternoon before work and we had hot drinks in the quirky part of town. We ate pretzels in the boring shopping centre before I took him to the Taiwanese milk tea shop to introduce him to my favourite tea world. I don’t think he was as amazed with the drinks as I’d hoped, but perhaps he had made a bad choice going for the lychee fruit tea.

Last night, work had been super-duper quiet one. Almost like a Twilight Zone episode really, but a bit of a boring one. A new colleague started in my department recently and it was the first day I worked with her for a couple of hours. She’s a really nice girl. She’ll only be working for two days a week, so I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of her, but it’s nice to see the team growing for the better. I’ve been told she’s friends with one of the managers, so I guess we should be wary of what to say in a way, but other than that I’m glad she’s here. You know, I love meeting new people and all that load?

Anyway, post-work was a bit more than cool! I finished at 11pm to find DR waiting for me in his car to give me a lift home. What I originally expected to be a case of waiting for the bus, listening to my music for an hour and walking home in the cold for midnight, actually turned out to be something quite ace! 😀 He drove me out of town and after sitting in the car beside a park for thirty minutes or so, he said that we didn’t have to go home right away and that he would drive me anywhere I please. I suppose I sounded rather boring after requesting the service station, but he was happy to take me there anyway. It was probably more exciting because he insisted we travel to one that was a bit further than my usual stop. I love motorways at night so, so much ❤ When we arrived, we didn’t stay long, it was more of a toilet stop and a chance to decide what to do next. At this point it was about 1am. Time to go home? Of course it wasn’t. We ended up at a park near his house until gone 2am, sat in a little hut that was beside the climbing frame, talking about lots of stuff.  We went on the tire swing, the slides and the ropes. I even embarrassed myself on the monkey bars. He did okay to say he’s in his early fifties (laughs) The best bit about everything was that the whole thing was plutonic and I felt really comfortable. I like times like that. In between driving and talking and walking, I drank gin and tonic and got a bit silly. That was fun.

To be continued…

 

(1/ 31) 1ST MAY 2016, SUNDAY

My alarm went off at 5am today. I turned it off, went straight back to sleep and was awoke by my Dad tapping on the front door at 5:30am -Whoops! Not how I’d planned to start the first day of the month, but I was dressed and on the way to the service station within five minutes, so all was good. I was listening to Dad’s jokes for most of the journey there, which was really quite irritating after literally just opening my eyes and wanting to slowly wake up, but appearing to be amused is the least I can do when he’s getting up super-early to do me a favour. In my last post I think I mentioned my Dad taking a new route to the station…well, he took yet another one this morning too. Apparently he chooses a different route to his works as well. I imagine he’ll eventually run out of paths, but I still think it’s a good idea and I hope he keeps it up 🙂

The naturist swim was really good yesterday, I’m really happy I went although it was bloody freezing! Nipples like bullets and goosebumped legs weren’t the best look in the world, but I just had to push through it. I don’t like entering the pool at the deep end, so I usually have to take the long walk to the shallow bit, which I don’t really mind apart from the fact that every single person in the pool watches you pass by. The worst bit about yesterday was the fact I felt a little bit shy and in order to get over the bashful feelings I was chanting to myself as I walked… “Just get over it. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just get over it. Oh my God. It’s okay’. Obviously I didn’t realise that fellow naturists were walking directly behind me. Ugh. Both friends, K and S, didn’t show up, so I hung around with DR for the whole time. I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned DR on this blog. Probably not. DR is a nice man; very well spoken, very humble, very wealthy and also very generous. He kindly offered me a lift home after the swim and was even lovely enough to take me to Asda to pick up a new phone charger. It was really strange being in his car. I’ve always refused lifts in the past because I’ve never really wanted to get involved, but we had a laugh at the swim and I suppose I was too tired to get the bus anyway. His car was a bit fancy and it was a lovely charcoal colour. It was really surreal being inside his vehicle, especially seeing as I’d always been curious about it. The journey home was long enough to have a decent chat and it was nice to do something a bit different. He was saying that a lot of people make friends with his wallet before his person and eventhough he likes to share his wealth, he doesn’t like people who use him as some kind of safety net when they are being reckless with their finances. I told him I couldn’t care less about his money -which is true- and that I just find him very interesting to talk to. I think he was quite flattered really. It’s obviously nice when he treats me -and he has been known to do that in the past- but I’d be his friend even if he was on the breadline. I sincerely hope he believes me when I say this because it’s fact. He refers to me as ‘fruitcake’ and is under the impression I’m a bit odd. I wouldn’t say there’s much truth in that, but because I’ve been quite resistant to open up to him I think he’s just curious about me and most likely romanticised about what I’m really like as a person.

 

Speaking of fruitcakes, I had some more funny stuff going on with the hairy dude the other week, but I sort of felt sick afterwards, as it was just something conducted on impulse and boredom. Plus, in a way, I feel sorry for him. He’s really successful in terms of his career but I always get the impression that something is missing in his life. I might be wrong. If he’s just messaging me for cheap thrills, then fine, but sometimes he wants really deep conversations about the way he feels about this other woman and how he can’t be with her. I really don’t know a lot about this kind of stuff, so I just usually listen and remain neutral. I know the “other woman” and she’s totally lovely but doesn’t want to be with him, so it’s just all complicated and sad. And just to confirm, the “other woman” isn’t me!(laughs). I don’t do the whole cryptic thing that seems to be so amazingly popular these days. We do swap stories every now and then and we will update eachother on the state of our love lives, but it’s never really a biggy or owt. I suspect he is more honest than I, but that’s only because I’m a bit funny about who I share stuff with. His conclusion is that I’m in a constant state of limberance. Whether it’s true or not, I like the sound of the word and I like it’s meaning, but I don’t think he will ever know enough about me to come to a solid result about my person, but then again I wouldn’t want him to. My manager says I’m far too mercurial to be labelled as anything anyway and I’ve always liked the fact he said that to me 🙂 I like it very much. Anyway, I felt like I’d thrown a creased dollar at the hairy guy the other week, which wasn’t too great. The good thing is that these little message moments are all he wants and he’s not clingy or anything like that. Once a month he might send a message late at night or post a (hugs) or (thinking about you) message. I’m not dreadfully attached to this kind of stuff because there’s no deep meaning to it all, so I usually just respond with something similar and that’s that.

I had this idea about a fortnight ago to challenge myself to become completely honest for a week to see how it turns out. Not just with other people, but myself aswell. I only think it’s fair. It’s not as if I spend my life lying about things, but I don’t always wish to share everything and it means conversations can become sticky and suspicious. As things are, I’d much rather freeze than to react to something I might find weird or awkward or embarrassing, or I might even avoid speaking altogether, which would give the impression I’m just being really dramatic. It might help the situation with my Mum, too. Perhaps when she’s saying something that might be considered mean or unfair I would be able to be completely honest and say that I don’t think what she’s saying is appropriate and I’d be able to share my view without fear of causing an argument, althought it might not stop her sulking or whatever. I think if it worked for at least a week, then it could quickly become habit and then I wouldn’t even need to be concious about making an effort to stay true. Maybe.  Does that even make sense?  I shall probably elaborate on this topic in tomorrow’s post.

Okay, so mini goal for today is to respond to my unopened mail on Facebook. I’ve been extremely rude towards people at late and there’s simply no excuse other than pure laziness on my part. It’s not even the kind of laziness where you don’t actually care about people, but more like you’re mentally drained. And I generally like to think about what I’m going to say before I post anything. It’s worse because even though the mail is technically unopened” they’ve continued to “like” my posts which just makes me feel like a bad person and a completely ignorant one, too.

In positive news, the work day is proving to be really ace. I completed every single task by 9:30am so it’s just been a case of eating breakfast and keeping on top of present tasks as they arrive. That, and blogging. Also, just found out that Josh isn’t on shift today, so I’ll have to go and make my own coffee after I’ve posted this. Nooo…

Almost, innit.

The last day of April is here. It almost made the winning month of 2016, but I’m now banking on May (laughs) Let’s try to score 31/31. I’ll try to post an entry-a-day to keep log of all the nonsense. I’m glad tomorrow is the first day of the month, as it shall begin with coffee and sandwiches with my Dad at the service station 🙂

Let’s get the crappy stuff out of the way first; I had a really distressing dream last night (don’t forget, it’s still April so it’s probably good that if this had to happen, it happened last night) I woke up at frequent intervals, frustrated and stressed in an attempt to redirect the dream to something else, but it didn’t work. Pfft. These kind of dreams are powerful enough to potentially ruin a whole day, just as wonderful dreams produce enough good energy to make a day productive and happy. As I awoke later than usual it meant that I was on the bus within twenty minutes of my eyes opening and the journey to work was a bit disorientating. The bad kind of disorientating. There was minor stress as I needed to go into Tesco before work to purchase some tights, which I sort of resented as the prices in these places are extortionate. If I were more organised, I could have bought a pair for a lot cheaper elsewhere. Ah well. I bought an iced latte and some cheese twist thing, too. Money down the drain really, but whatevs. Saving starts in May.

I’ve not put off any work jobs today. I even got the boring stuff out of the way first. I think when you put off work it buries itself in the back of your mind so it’s subconciously taking up relevant space you probably need, so you may as well just get it done. Trying to clear my mind. I used to read a lot of Betty Shine when I was in high school. I was in to the self-help books and all that stuff. Looking back, they probably helped me a lot, although I don’t think they’re for everyone. I might dig out my old book when I get home, later.

The interview I spoke of in my last post turned out to be a bit of a shambles. I think the questions they asked were pretty stupid to be honest and the whole thing seemed a bit fixed. It’s rubbish really. How dare they mess with people? Of course, there’s no proof that decisions for these positions are already made in advance, but in most cases it’s pretty obvious. Then again, I’m actually moaning about this without any knowledge about whether I’ve actually got the job or not. They never exactly said I didn’t get it, but made strong implications that I wouldn’t, so…y’know. Does this mean I’m stuck with my crappy rota for eternity?

Anyway, I’m off to the naturist swim in an hour or two. I think it will do me good. I’m actually looking forward to the bus journey there really -I always think it’s the best bit of the day. Shame I haven’t got my diary or sketchbook with me.

Josh has just brought me a coffee. It’s the second one he’s brought me today. I’ve just decided that he makes the best coffee at work *slurp*

To be continued…