For me, the week last week started off with a low on Tuesday. I lost my license for a full 6 months. Not going into the details, but lets just say "stupid, stupid and stupider" were words I used regularly.
The outcome being that I have purchased myself an electronically assisted push bike to carry me the 9 miles into work. Now its not one of those fat folks ones where you just sit and it does all the work, you have to peddle, sometimes quite hard, but it is able to give you a bit of a "helping peddle" on hills, in wind and generally when I'm really tired.
The first time I cycled into work it took me nearly 50 mins, I'm now down to 40 mins - which for a fat bird isn't all that bad. The only thing that's really hurting me is getting up at 6.15 to get into work for 7.45 so I can have a wash before everyone turns up.
The next low hit on Thursday when I was forced into a pot hole by a white van man, who obviously didn't think that I had any right to be on the road, the pot hole was about the size of NZ and consequently burst my tire and meant I had to push the bally bike the rest of the 5 mile journey home. The sky was dark and grey when I set out from work - it was black with my verbal barrage by the time I got home. I quite surprised myself, I didn't know I knew that many swear words.
Friday things started picking up when my big brother, Shaun, came over from Cumbria to pick up our spare car. He is going to borrow it for 6 months - better its used than just sitting on the side of the road. Shaun and Jo (his g/friend/partner) have just purchased a house in Plumbland and as well as taking our car he is also going to take most of our furniture, which is great cause it means one less stress when
More ups - Completion date set for the 18th of Feb, which means I only have to move into my mothers for 10 days before we can move into the trailer. I'm pretty sure with lots of work, sorting out the trailer and vodka I can get through 10 days - I love her I just cant live with her!
Saturday K an I went down to the caravan park and picked out our site - 19 Beechfield (with a sea view) I'm chuffed to bits with it and when walking round the trailer felt nothing but pleasure and happiness. I'm not too sure K is feeling the same joy as me but .....
Saturday afternoon we had a rehearsal, which was a bit flat, but everyone is so tired and I think beginning to panic about the show week. Sunday K and I headed into the community centre to set up the lights and sound. Now we have only done this once before and the guy that used to do it took a strop since the last time and wouldn't come into help so it was a real "blind man leading the blind" situation. However we managed to pool our knowledge and get things going. Ha, that sounds so cool - we actually screamed at each other for most of the day, biting and hissing in contempt, but luckily when rehearsals started the lights were set and the sound could roll - Ahh the joy of Married bliss!!!
I've found myself really snapping at K these last few days. I'm not sure if its stress, PMS or just general bitchiness. Whatever it is its making things pretty unpleasant for both of us. Must try harder to bite my tongue before I jump in and hiss!
Anyway the rehearsal went well. Running time is manageable, given that first night nerves will probably speed things up and I'm feeling relatively confident about my lines. The proof will be, as they say, in the pudding. First night tomorrow night - so fingers crossed!
And finally there is today... Supposedly the most depressing day of the year. Well I got up at 6.15 with relatively little pain, cycled into work in 40 mins and have managed to get my IT program devised, complete the mail out and schedule in four learners. The cat flap man returns tonight and we have our final dress rehearsal so all that could change - but all in all - touch wood et al - so far it has been a pretty fine day!
