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| OldAlmost 22...I feel old. Especially when I'm on Labour Ward take, and assisting with delivering babies. 8 so far. I want to be a Dad soon, so I can have my own to look after and love.
This week has been insane - Tuesday started at 7.30am and finished 12pm Wednesday without sleeping. Then came Friday at 8.30am without sleep until 9.15pm on Saturday. By that point, I thought "stuff it" and went to drink at ULU with Mukti and co. 5-6 units without lunch or dinner and I wasn't drunk. I was thoroughly impressed with myself.
Different notes: Jacob's Creek Chardonnay 2005 Vintage is rubbish. Avoid. Still only £6.50 at ULU (just 50p more than Waitrose!!!) so reasonable cost. But rubbish wine.
I'm eagerly awaiting my new glasses. One makes me more fun-loving, and the other is mature. I'm giving up the contacts; I'm facing my ever failing ways to keep young. Sigh...22.
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| Happy New 2007!Celebrations will again be alone tonight. Yet another New Years just like the last and those before...
I'm festering with campylobacter (the same gastro bug that my cousin had). She's been moaning so much about being ill that my Mum and I have been looking after her. She's passed it onto my parents and now myself. Her dad (ie. my uncle) has flown over and within a few hours, he's gone down with the same illness.
So I'm alone in my own flat away from her and doing redecorating. I've a new wardrobe to allow for further expansion, and my room is consequently a tip, but is far more spacious than it used to be.
Completely different note: the 27th of December was amazing. I met up with Primary school friends from Clare House after 10 years of leaving for drinks. How incredible we all were at remembering each other (bar the Harper twins, who are inseparable apart from a subtle tic). I'll post photos up as soon as I get a few in my inbox. There's one girl that was picked on (along with myself and Daniel) for being geeks back then; she now looks a spitting image of Christina Aguilera (with shorter blond hair) and the dream of being a vicar. And Roxanne's all settled down with a husband and children...how responsible we've become since the days of "Stuck in the Mud" and "It"!
I'm going to console myself with a hot water bottle and sleep. So I bid you all adieu.
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| Lack of Festive CheerThough I shouldn't be in this mood, I think I have reason to be.
I'm having a bad holiday so far. "Why", I hear you ask? My cousin (my Mum's eldest brother's daughter) has recently moved into the local area in Bromley and is causing all kinds of grief. I'll just illustrate last night/this morning's incident.
We get called at half-past midnight from my Mum's eldest sister and brother from HK telling us our cousin is in agony with "acute abdominal pain" (medics will know what I mean by this presentation...it could be of many things). Anyway, they shouted at my Mum for not going to check on her. My Mum had been asleep since 10, and our cousin had not called us to let her know she was ill.
She's been ill since end of November, with multiple complaints. But these coincided with when she was all alone in her home (which she had reclaimed from her father's tenant with the bare minimum notice).
Anyway, we went to see her at 1 in the morning, and she had a bag packed and walked perfectly fine (ie. surprisingly okay for someone who my Aunt had said "was crying in pain that she couldn't say a thing").
We took her from her home all the way to the nearest A&E (in Orpington, a 20 minute drive away). I di the driving as Mum was too tired. There we waited until 4.30am before we were seen, and her history of pain was so appalling the Registrar handed the case over to the SHO. My Mum and I had asked her the whole story before, and she gave us an unconvincing one, and then gave an altered version the the SHO and Reg. Sigh.
She was dismissed as non-urgent and was given the usual pain meds and then told to come back if the pain didn't go away. My Mum and I got home at 6am before we went to Mass without sleep. Our cousin then called us later this morning to ask if we could take her to queue for the Harrods Sale on the 28th. Such gall!
I'm in a bad mood, and I don't hide it. My brother even felt sorry for both my Mum and I. And that's a rare thing for a non-communicative 'teen to do.
So much for a White Christmas. I think I have a "Whine" Christmas.
PS. on a better note, I opened a bottle of Chateau Bastor-Lamontagne 2001 and it was amazingly good. Beautiful white wine, straw-coloured with a strong aroma of grapefruit and lemons, very full bodied and smooth to drink. It's so sad that one of my only joys so far is alcohol. The other is TV; Mark deserved to win Strictly Come. Karen was so wonderful in all her routines with him too, and she gets so emotional. Bless.
I wish you all (again) a far more Merry Christmas than mine.
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| Happy HolidaysNow that I've narrowly passed my exams, I can unwind to 2 weeks of holiday.
I'm heading down to Kent for the next week, so I won't be around to wish all of you Season's Greetings and a Happy New Year.
And to add to the festive joy, Primark are opening a department store on Oxford St, where the Allders used to be!
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