It’s getting tricky to come up with imaginative shots… and I’m only up to day 61…
Still, this one was fun, there are a few more shots but, truth is they make me look like a ‘blow up doll’ and we can’t be having that now, can we?
Mood Indigo
Harry and I are through; the relationship was good, very good but it burned itself out towards the end in a final blaze of glory.
Oh my goodness but the climax was worth the wait, yes it was.
Which basically translates as I was up until 2am finishing the book.
Which basically translates as I was a sleep deprived bitch at work today.
I’m serious about the deteriorating language and the blog authorities… Ed.
It didn’t help that there was some power playing and politicking going on that caught me up in the crossfire. You’ll get the idea of how I was affected by it I was when I tell you I threatened to resign and move back to NZ 3x today…
This is largely because I had the most delightful phone call from Woh Woh (aged 2) yesterday who, like my young squire, insists that in every play phone call he makes he is talking to me. Sometimes his mum let’s him ring me just so that some days that’s actually true. We chatted about Thomas (the Tank Engine) and Alfie, the excavator and blew kisses at each other across the Tasman.
But the mood indigo is also about the fact that I really need a break from work, it’s been 6 months since my last time off, and as much as a trip back to NZ is always wonderful there really isn’t much time for lazing on the beach and reading novels and actually switching off. Something an ISTJ like me needs a fair bit of…
Which is what I should be doing next week. Instead of studying.
So, I’ve decided to schedule the time to make sure there is some time out scheduled as well. I mean, I live at the beach, maybe I should actually go there…
Until then I’ll keep breathing, and tonight I’ll take a bottle of bubbles to dinner where I’ll hang out with a couple of my favourite girls, talk about Macs and men and between us we’ll solve the problems of the world. Until I go back into the storm in the morning.
Hopefully, if I sleep a little longer tonight than I did last night I’ll float on the waves, however big they get.
Instead of sinking.
Face to Face with the Law
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” He says, rising on his heels, his hands behind his back. His spiffy blue uniform is the only thing he’s got going for him, actually he comes across as the quintessential ‘British Bobby’. Straight out of a movie or a comic book.
“It was nothing officer, I… I… I… just, sort of walked out of the shop with it… by accident.”
[under my breath and beet red… “Shit, bugger, poo…”]
ed. the language round here is going downhill rapidly… alert the blog authorities
“Open your purse, young lady…”
[eyes light up.. young? He thinks I look young?]
I open my purse… he peruses… thoughtfully.
“Right, what’s this then?” he says as he withdraws an envelope.
I’m gobsmacked… He’d missed it… breathing resumes normal patterns…
He opens the envelope and reads the contents.
Ah, right then, I see you’ve got an appointment with us already… we’ll take this up with you then…
I nod and smile and take back the envelope.
Relieved.
And a tiny bit excited actually… Why?
Appointment Details.
Weeks Seven and Eight Wrap Up
1. Day 43 – A Tear for my ‘Trouble’, 2. Day 44 – Slipped Through my Fingers, 3. Day 45 – Coldest Day of the Year, 4. Day 46 – Hair Today, 5. Day 47 – Hey Sis, 6. Day 48 – Line Up, 7. Day 49 – Eat Me, 8. Day 50 – White Winter, 9. Day 51 – Blue Jeans and Sneekers, 10. Day 52 – My Turn, 11. Day 53 – Spring is Springing, 12. Day 54 – Kiwi Girls, 13. Day 55 – One for the Team, 14. Day 56 – Caffeinated