Brrrrrrrr.

Don’t blink though, you might miss my tan. This cold weather is already making it disappear.

Had a fabulous relaxing time, shame I have to go to work tomorrow.

Just some last minute staples to put into suitcase (like corkscrew - essential!), then I am off driving up to Smalltown. Daddy will then get up nice and early to take me to the airport, and I head off to sunny Portugal.

I have checked the long range forecast, and it’s sunshine, 26 degrees all the way!

Got two large bottle of sunscreen. And one large can of insect repellant. And my anti-histamines just in case….

Four books, and four audio books on the mp3 player.

Am booked into the airport lounge, so bloody mary’s and buck’s fizz for breakfast tomorrow, along with cake and crisps (hmm, doesn’t sound so sophisticated any more). Who cares? I am on holiday!

Seems Saturday wasn’t going to happen due to a prior engagement he’d forgotten about.

So we provisionally arranged Friday night.

I knew that wasn’t going to happen when I received a text at 1.20am Friday morning saying, “I’ve just left the strip club…”

We did meet up for coffee yesterday lunch time though. Baby steps…..

Who’d have ‘em?

*posted after one bottle of wine and two of my mom’s special ‘raspberry vodkas’, and still typing! this might be a bad sign*

Apparently the bloke who has seriously been pissing off both me and B at work, as well as pushing the techie guys as close to the edge they will go, he came to visit us on Friday afternoon, while I was off having my hair done.

Both B and W were full of it this morning.

“Hey, guess who came to visit us on Friday afternoon?”

“Erm, the Queen?”

“No. Who works somewhere else, but has been a pain in the arse for weeks now.”

“Oh, it was M? Ooh, does he look like the total pathetic geek we imagined.”

They both smirked.

“Most definitely not. Very different in fact. You’d have had real issues dealing with him.”

Puzzled, I asked, “Why?”

W shows me a picture of him on her phone (apparently they asked him to pose, so they could show a picture of him to me - God knows what he thinks of that) while B startes to describe him.

“He’s about 6 foot 4, long black hair in a pony tail, proper hairy biker bloke.”

Damn it!!!! And I missed him.

B laughed at me when I asked, “Are those leather trousers he’s wearing?”

“Oh no, even I’d have swooned if they had been (she being similarly attracted to hairy, biker-type men), but they were just black jeans.”

That would have been a tough one though - someone who I despise so much at work, being of the build and look that makes me go weak at the knees - how would I handle it?

Gotta love ‘em!

Actually, the weekend wasn’t too bad, although I am not sure why I tidied all my craft stuff away for their coming - over the whole weekend my mom managed to get every single thing out again. She thoroughly enjoyed herself, and took home a bag full of bits and pieces she ’stole’ from my craft stash.

My dad, bless him, changed my light bulbs in the kitchen (my step ladders are too small and have no handle, so to balance and reach is impossible for me).

And when I have the carpets in the hall and downstairs loo ripped up, and replaced with something more easy to clean up cat pee, they have said they will come down and feed tea to the bloke who does it, so I don’t have to take time off work.

They still drive me mad though. Love them.

Tonight was aerobics and yoga. It was a new aerobics teacher - she was more about doing things correctly than throwing yourself about like a mad thing. I enjoyed it, and think I had a better work out than with the previous teacher. However, the Bambi’s of the class didn’t like it at all - that’s because they have no clue about control, and feel they have to be throwing all limbs to the wind like a whirling dervish for it to have done them any good. I was tempted to suggest they wait until tomorrow, to see how much they ached, but I suspect they didn’t do anything properly, so they won’t ache anyway.

I’ve got a date for Saturday night!!!

Scary mary indeed.

When I said scary, I didn’t realise just how scary……

Is this really the answer to all my prayers?

Went to see the doctor today to ask about the ovulation issue - there was nothing in the notes other than everything “appeared normal”, and he has recommended doing the 21 day blood test. He started to explain it all to me, then realised I had been through this so many times I lost count.

However, he also mentioned this Mirena coil. Have googled it, and it really does look like the answer. But it hasn’t been around for that long, so they can’t say what, if any, the long term side effects will be.

Still, it certainly bears thinking about.

Maybe it has, but I just can’t tell. I guess it must have.

Just watched a documentary on Channel 4 about what is known as 9/11. I cried. Not sobbing, but I cried repeatedly.

Watching the planes hit makes me cry. Watching the towers fall makes me cry. Hearing the thuds of people hitting the ground, and wondering just how desperate you have to be to jump makes me cry. Seeing the firemen talk about it makes me cry.

It’s almost 6 years.

I guess I don’t cry about it as much as I did 6 years ago, so maybe it has got a little better.

It’s weird, because when I lived there, I didn’t cry. I could walk past the hole, and while it *always* made me feel sombre, it never made me cry. Even when I visit now, and travel through the Path station that - apparently - is exactly as it was post the towers falling, but without the towers above it, I feel sad, but it is just a part of life.

When I was in Australia, it was the bridge’s centenary. They had a big celebration, and thousands of people walked across it. SE and I didn’t because you needed tickets, and of course neither of us were that organised. We hung out with all the people a little, then went to Manly for a couple of hours.

On the ferry back, I looked up and saw a plane. A plane that, even though I’d only been there a few days, I knew was where no plane flight path should be.

And it was low. Very low.

And heading for the bridge.

I turned to look at SE, who was looking the other way. I nudged him, and quietly said, “That plane’s awfully low don’t you think?”

He looked. “And this isn’t a flight path.”

It was remarkable how calm we both were. He looked at me, and I can only guess that my face had a similar look of horror and fear on it. We both looked up at the plane as it flew overhead.

“It’s Quantas,” SE said.

And it flew over the bridge - no doubt some sort of fly past, to honour the centenary.

But for just those few seconds, my heart stopped. I think SE’s did too.