English Mum in
Apr 24th, 2009 |
So it’s been a bit of a mad week really, what with all the planning for The Big Trip on Monday (did I mention I’m going to Florida?).
The good news:
- I’m going Aer Lingus to Gatwick!!! (I hate Ryanair : all that cattle-market bustle for a seat).
- I did buy myself some new pants
- My Ma sent me dollars AND sterling!!! (Thanks Ma xxx)
- Tomorrow is #1, the Mad Professor’s birthday, which I’m not sure should really be in the good news section. I mean, I can’t possibly have a 14 year old child. Remember how old you thought your parents were when you were 14? I’ll let you know about the birthday cake tomorrow.
- Parent consultations went really well – The Mad Professor is ‘a joy to teach’ (doesn’t get that from me) and ‘keeps me on my toes asking loads of questions’. Apparently he never stops talking either, which could possibly be from me.
The bad news:
- I didn’t get my highlights done
- Nor did I get a bikini wax (I did, though, drag the dreaded, bastard epilator out of its case, where, once again, it made me cry real fat tears of agony whilst simultaneously ripping my body hair from my flesh – still, the rash has died down now and at least I don’t resemble a Wookie any more).
- I didn’t find a travel plug (surely they have hairdryers in hotels these days? It’s been a while…)
- I didn’t find a bag suitable for hand luggage, unless you count the pink Nike backpacks they sell in Lifestyle Sports, but I’m not really a backpack girl. I’m wondering if I can get away with a Tesco bag-for-life until I reach the shopping haven that is Gatwick Airport?
- Hubby gave Bert a bone which he ate, then yacked up in strategic positions all over the house. He waited until I washed his bed and all his blankets before yacking on them all again.
The sad news: although I’ll be posting, no doubt, while I’m away, I just thought I’d mention that it’s a whole year since my lovely friend C died. D and the kids are doing well but it’ll be a sad time and I’m sorry I won’t be here to share it with them. Still, she’ll be in my thoughts, as she is every day. D has ordered the gravestone (you have to leave it a year) and she’ll have the lilac stones that she wanted and the picture from her graduation on her headstone (which we tried to talk her out of ['what if they make you look ugly?!], but she was insistent – funnily enough it’s actually quite common here in Ireland to have a picture on the grave – apparently it’s sent away to Italy or somewhere to be etched into the stone) in time for her first anniversary.
Have a great weekend!! xx