It snowed in Belfast today.
Snow.
In Belfast
Today.
It didn’t stick, but for about 2 hours, down it came.
Snow.
In Belast.
It *never* snows in City Centre Belfast. Never. Just doesn’t happen.
Well, maybe once a year.
But certainly not on 28th October!
But today.
Snow.
In Belfast.
WOW!
Cuz I am over it.
Clocks go back in the UK this weekend. So when I get up at 5, it will actually be 6? Is that right? So does this mean I’ll get up at 4? I hate this stuff.
In other news, please don’t send me sensationalist emails until you check the facts. About 99% of them are a.) not true and b.) about 1000000 years old anyway. So I’ve probably already seen it.
Simon and I are trying a new recipe tonight. Stir fry mince with broccoli. The last one on the page. Looks Yummy!
its been a long busy work week.
Getting my hair cut tomorrow. That’s about all I’m doing all weekend.
That’s about it, really!
Its definitley winter!
And the first sign of said winter in Belfast? The P&O Ferry in her winter dock on the Lagan. *le sigh*
also…*yawn*
Picture it:
Walking from bus stop
Pouring rain
Umbrella turns inside out, over and over again.
Elastic waist on tights is broken.
Tights sliding down bum. In the rain. With a broken umbrella. On the way home from work.
Once I got home I was soaking wet and laughing my ass off!
Simon dusted and hoovered the front room (he even took the glass parts out of the coffee table and cleaned them!) while I sorted laundry and cleaned the bathrooms.
Last thing to do tonight is change our sheets and put up clean towels. I do love a clean flat!
To answer Hazel’s question, just bought some books and groceries yesterday, so nothing too exciting! Well, Neil Gaiman’s new book, I guess that’s a bit exciting!
Still feeling a bit blah, but hopefully will up for work tomorrow. If not, it is off to the doctor for sure.
I think I may actually go shopping with Simon. And hopefully this will hold and I’ll make it back to work on Monday.
Nothing much else going on. Up really early, as usual.
For saying that you missed me. Even little things like that help.
Saw the neurologist today. Nothing wrong with my brain. I am just a person who gets headaches. He didn’t want to give any meds since we are trying to conceive. So I just get to be headachy. All the figgin’ time.
I wish I could say I was feeling better, but I am really not. Took all my energy and willpower to make it to the doctor today. If I am not feeling better by Monday, I will call my doctor and go see her.
No big plans for the weekend, although I’d like to see if we can get the flat clean. It really needs it.
But I’ve been in that place. That dark scary can’t think, can’t sleep, sleep too much, don’t eat, eat too much, don’t talk, won’t look at my husband, don’t look at anyone, get back to flat as soon as possible, don’t speak, don’t think place.
Until yesterday I hadn’t left my flat since the Friday before. I haven’t been to work. I’ve been no where. I only left yesterday to get chocolate and smokes.
That place is bad. I am still half there, but can feel myself leaving it, slowly.
Lesson learned? Don’t decrease your meds when you are feeling well. You are feeling well because of your meds. So keep it at 100g. Don’t be stupid, just do it.
Me and Nike, we’re likethis.