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Posts archive for: July, 2009
  • ... Rain, Rain go away, come back another day

    It’s like raaaaaaaaiiiiinnn…. On the day that you come home from work, soaking wet and realise that you have forgotten your house key! Hmm, isn’t it Ironic?’. It was 2pm, the rain was falling heavily and I was stood on my doorstep, daydreaming about sitting by the fire with beans on toast and a cup of tea. 2 minutes past and I was still rummaging for my keys in my brown suitcase sized bag, praying that they were in the little pocket where I keep my strawberry lip balm. Another minute past, the rain plunged down from the sky and still… no keys. I called my eldest sister in a frantic panic. ‘Locked out the house, no umbrella, raining heavily, shivering! HELP!’ Thankfully, she was only a mile away, having lunch with my other sister in the local pub. ‘Ooooh no, you poor thing’ she replied sympathetically! ‘Come down and I’ll buy you lunch and a hot drink!’ The thought of a warm cosy pub and a hot cup in my hands, instantly warmed me up inside. So, within 10 minutes, I was finally out of the rain, eating cheese & broccoli soup, accompanied by both siblings and a few old 80s songs on the jukebox *sighs*

    It's a rainy Wednesday afternoon (once again) and surprisingly I'm not at work for 2 days. Normal people would jump for joy at the thought of staying at home, but me... well, I would much rather be outside, armed with my umbrella. I suppose I don't like to waste life and whilst indoors, staring out of the window, I feel like I'm doing just that. My aunt is waiting for results to see if she has cervical cancer. Precancerous cells were found a couple of years ago, but she didn't have regular check-ups after being informed. Most people have that 'Oh, it won't happen to me' attitude. Nobody thinks they will get swine flu, let alone cancer. I couldn't sleep last night, after being told by my mum. Hopefully, everything will be fine. The last person to pass away in my family who I was close to, was my dad 11 years ago. Losing someone else would be heartbreaking. It makes me see the reality of life. Most of the time, I'm in a constant daydream, floating around without a care in the world. But hearing the news has made me stop and really think about life...

    Anyway, on a more positive note. The autumn/winter collection should be delivered within the next few weeks at work. I get rather excited when the delivery man walks through the door, as it always means boxes full of happiness. The great thing about working in a clothes store? I can always save the best clothes in the back and not have to pay full price, EVER!

    Hmmm... I love Georgia May Jagger. She rocks.

    ... and I want these shoes.

    2m6oora

  • ... Payday, public transport and I'm happy!

    'The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.'

    11pm, cup of tea in my hand... (the usual)

    New York booked. 7th- 18th January. Excited? Extremely...
    So, with the flights finally sorted, everything feels real. It's fun to talk about going and planning it, but when everything is arranged, it's feels fantastic...

    So, after 6 weeks of ‘hard work’, I finally got paid. I must say, it was rather exciting to actually see money in my account. I seemed to just stand there staring at the screen for a while, with a smile on my face, before withdrawing 60 pounds (for my sister, as she has been so kind with borrowing me endless ten pound notes) However, after only a week I am almost poor again (smile turns into a frown) On the positive side of things, I’ve paid off my debt to the family (200 pounds) some towards my New York flight (the boyfriend paid for both from his savings account, 100 pounds) a lovely weekend in Cambridge (50 pounds) and I erm… spent a good 150 pounds on myself (it was needed after all of those early morning shifts you see) On the negative side , I got emergency taxed, quite a lot. However, with the money I am owed, I can therefore pay off the rest of my flight and I will then be 100% debt free *sighs* (sips tea)

    I finished work at 5pm, grabbed a latte from ‘Muffin Break’ (cheaper version of Starbucks, who make the best fudge brownies ever) and headed home in the heavy rain. Being busier makes me appreciate home more. I now look forward to walking through the door, throwing on a pair of cosy pyjamas and sleeping for a couple of hours. Pure pleasure… Hmmm, isn’t it strange how we all ignore one another on public transport? Sometimes I have the urge to start talking about how excited I am that ‘New Moon’ is coming out in November, or perhaps something mind numbing, like the weather or credit crunch. Maybe we should all start communicating a little more? Even at 7:30am, when all you want to do is get back into bed and dream about Edward Cullen. We should make more effort with people; perhaps all join hands and start a love train, love train…

    Whilst in H&M last week, I found myself actually tidying up the store. There were sale items on the floor, so I picked, folded and put them in their correct place. It’s as if I’m always in work mode. Fuck, I am a robot. Anyway, I left the lovely H&M with a t-shirt dress and a compact bronzer. It felt good to buy, however I didn’t go too mad as I actually walked past the beautiful MAC coats and told myself ‘maybe next month’ Shocking behavior? Indeed…

    God, I’m so glad that I finally feel ‘happy’. I have for the past 2 months. I wake up with a smile on my face and no longer have the urge to cry. My depression seems to have disappeared, therefore I can finally breath. I don’t feel suffocated inside of myself. I have a life again, which I seemed to lose for a while. ..

    Thankfully, I discovered it once again.

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