Regular readers will know that my hopes for the future have undergone a major (and traumatic) overhaul in the past year. I have had to let go of my dreams of motherhood and as yet I have not been able to replace them.
So for now, my dream for the immediate future is to find a new dream.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
day 29: hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
I hope:
that my father's eyesight doesn't deteriorate and if he does have to have surgery on his retina, it all goes well
that A can come off the anti-depressants and not plunge back into the pit of despair he was in before
that my darling cousin Billie's broken heart heals
that I can start to look more than a few days ahead in my own life and not start to panic and feel like I am drowning
I dream:
that I can find a more local job
I plan:
to start my (part-time) Masters' degree next September
that my father's eyesight doesn't deteriorate and if he does have to have surgery on his retina, it all goes well
that A can come off the anti-depressants and not plunge back into the pit of despair he was in before
that my darling cousin Billie's broken heart heals
that I can start to look more than a few days ahead in my own life and not start to panic and feel like I am drowning
I dream:
that I can find a more local job
I plan:
to start my (part-time) Masters' degree next September
the M@ry P0ppins handbag
Some of you asked to see a photo...:
And yes, my darling little cat does fit in it, as she very cutely proved on the day I bought it.
And yes, my darling little cat does fit in it, as she very cutely proved on the day I bought it.
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
day 28: what is in my handbag
This will take some time, I like to be prepared for all eventualities.
1 NHS lanyard to which is attached my photo ID, swipe card and 2GB memory stick
1 set of office keys
1 set of house keys
1 diary
1 notebook
2 hankies
1 mobile phone
1 0yster card
1 tube of tiger b@lm
1 mini torch
1 fold away to nothing nylon shopping bag
1 roll-on bags-under-eyes reducer
3 pens
1 pencil
1 book
1 umbrella
1 digital camera
1 MP3 player and ear-buds
1 purse
1 little green make-up bag containing spare contact lenses, 4 hair grips, a tube of lip balm, my brand new, super-dooper migraine meds
1 plastic bag containing a spare pair of clean knickers, 1 tampon and 1 sanitary towel (today is CD204 - any day now, right...?)
1 box of spearmint Tic T@cs
1 hair band
1 inexplicable pen lid
1 kitchen sink and a lost tribe of Inca...
1 NHS lanyard to which is attached my photo ID, swipe card and 2GB memory stick
1 set of office keys
1 set of house keys
1 diary
1 notebook
2 hankies
1 mobile phone
1 0yster card
1 tube of tiger b@lm
1 mini torch
1 fold away to nothing nylon shopping bag
1 roll-on bags-under-eyes reducer
3 pens
1 pencil
1 book
1 umbrella
1 digital camera
1 MP3 player and ear-buds
1 purse
1 little green make-up bag containing spare contact lenses, 4 hair grips, a tube of lip balm, my brand new, super-dooper migraine meds
1 plastic bag containing a spare pair of clean knickers, 1 tampon and 1 sanitary towel (today is CD204 - any day now, right...?)
1 box of spearmint Tic T@cs
1 hair band
1 inexplicable pen lid
1 kitchen sink and a lost tribe of Inca...
Monday, 27 September 2010
day 27: my worst habit
I think that this would depend upon who you ask.
A would say it is twirling my hair; I do it all the time (especially when I am stressed) and it seriously irritates him.
My mother would say it's procrastination, although to be fair I have now elevated that more to an art form than a habit. Especially when it comes to the ironing. Or cleaning the oven.
Me, I think my worst habit is moping. Of late I have become a champion moper. I feel I should be heading out to Delhi right now to mope for England in the C0mmonwealth Games.
A would say it is twirling my hair; I do it all the time (especially when I am stressed) and it seriously irritates him.
My mother would say it's procrastination, although to be fair I have now elevated that more to an art form than a habit. Especially when it comes to the ironing. Or cleaning the oven.
Me, I think my worst habit is moping. Of late I have become a champion moper. I feel I should be heading out to Delhi right now to mope for England in the C0mmonwealth Games.
Sunday, 26 September 2010
day 26: the week in detail
It wasn't a good week really. It started with me in floods of tears on Monday morning, not wanting to get out of bed and go to work. (Work is AWFUL at the moment). I kept crying over and over again on Monday and Tuesday, for no discernible reason.
Monday was also the day the patient with...problems...came in very late in the day when almost everyone had already gone. She kicked off in the clinic, became abusive and violent and it took four of us to make sure she left the building (we don't have security guards), which she was very reluctant to do. She only left when we threatened to call the police, but not before she lit up a cigarette, called one of my friends an f*****g transvestite (!!!) and told us all to "watch our backs" because she knows where we work.
Tuesday evening A and I went to our session with Lovely Therapist. For the past 5 months, I have mostly let these sessions be All About A but this week - I don't know, I think I was sad and angry and frustrated and verbose. So that was good. I think.
Wednesday was better because I went with some friends to see Sing@long Gre@se, which was just so much fun. I went home still humming those catchy tunes and smiling. Thursday and Friday were long days, having to get to work by 7.30am. Yesterday I was in bed the whole day with a migraine (which are getting old now...) and today I have done laundry, vacuuming, ironing, cooking and washing up. I know - the glamour, eh? :-)
Monday was also the day the patient with...problems...came in very late in the day when almost everyone had already gone. She kicked off in the clinic, became abusive and violent and it took four of us to make sure she left the building (we don't have security guards), which she was very reluctant to do. She only left when we threatened to call the police, but not before she lit up a cigarette, called one of my friends an f*****g transvestite (!!!) and told us all to "watch our backs" because she knows where we work.
Tuesday evening A and I went to our session with Lovely Therapist. For the past 5 months, I have mostly let these sessions be All About A but this week - I don't know, I think I was sad and angry and frustrated and verbose. So that was good. I think.
Wednesday was better because I went with some friends to see Sing@long Gre@se, which was just so much fun. I went home still humming those catchy tunes and smiling. Thursday and Friday were long days, having to get to work by 7.30am. Yesterday I was in bed the whole day with a migraine (which are getting old now...) and today I have done laundry, vacuuming, ironing, cooking and washing up. I know - the glamour, eh? :-)
Saturday, 25 September 2010
day 25: day in great detail
As I have spent today in bed with yet another migraine, I'm cheating again. Here is yesterday in great detail.
05.30: woken by my furry alarm clock's gentle tap, tap, tap on my head and a less gentle "meow" in my ear - stagger to kitchen, shake out some cat biscuits, stagger back to bed.
06.00: my other alarm clock shrilly galvanises me from bed and into the shower before my eyes fully open. Dress, gulp coffee, feed my darling little cat, glare enviously at A's oblivious and still sleeping form and then at
06.35: creep out of the flat into a breathtakingly chilly morning and trot down the hill to the bus-stop
06.45: climb onto bus, plug in my MP3 player and zone out until
07.30: get off bus and walk to the hospital, stopping on the way for coffee
07.40: arrive at my desk, boot up the computer, checkvery important emails lolcats
07.55: gather papers and notebook and go to meeting number 1
09.00: dash back to my office for meeting number 2
09.50: two cups of coffee are making their presence felt and I am silently begging my colleague to stop talking so I can go to the loo before
10.00: meeting number 3 which is dull with a capital Boring.
10.30: hooray! Meeting over
10.31: time to make another cup of coffee
10.35: type up minutes of meeting number 1
11.15: consider stealing a biscuit from the lab staff, remind myself stealing is wrong
11.17: steal chocolate digestive
12.00: go to evidence based medicine session
14.00: evidence based medicine session finishes, there is an ugly rush to the sandwich shop opposite
14.10: eat sandwich at my desk while making pie-charts in Ex£l for Dr Beardie
14.30: data collection for a research study which involves going through 125 sets of patient notes. There are a lot of data points and I have only done 3 sets of notes by
15.15: go over to the lab to see if any patients have been diagnosed with another condition we are currently researching in the last 24 hours. One has but they don't fulfil the inclusion criteria.
15.30: back to data collection
16.45: can I go home yet?
17.15: water plants, shut down computer, wash up coffee mug and cafetiere, leave the hospital
17.30: sitting in a pastry shop with a cup of tea and a chocolate eclair, chatting to a friend I haven't seen in months
18.30: friend decides we should decamp to the pub next door for some chips
18.35: we agree that the perfect complement to a bowl of chips is a G&T
20.00: friend realises that she has 20 minutes to cross London to get her train back to the Home County in which she lives
20.10: I am on the bus home, watching Young People in inappropriately skimpy clothes queue to get into clubs and pubs to start their evening
21.20: A, who has been out for a work thing, and I arrive home within moments of each other to an extremely hungry and vocal cat
21.24: A and I are sharing a bowl of honey roasted cashew nuts and watching tv
22.00: time for the interwebs - Scr@bble is down!!
23.00: Goodnight!
05.30: woken by my furry alarm clock's gentle tap, tap, tap on my head and a less gentle "meow" in my ear - stagger to kitchen, shake out some cat biscuits, stagger back to bed.
06.00: my other alarm clock shrilly galvanises me from bed and into the shower before my eyes fully open. Dress, gulp coffee, feed my darling little cat, glare enviously at A's oblivious and still sleeping form and then at
06.35: creep out of the flat into a breathtakingly chilly morning and trot down the hill to the bus-stop
06.45: climb onto bus, plug in my MP3 player and zone out until
07.30: get off bus and walk to the hospital, stopping on the way for coffee
07.40: arrive at my desk, boot up the computer, check
07.55: gather papers and notebook and go to meeting number 1
09.00: dash back to my office for meeting number 2
09.50: two cups of coffee are making their presence felt and I am silently begging my colleague to stop talking so I can go to the loo before
10.00: meeting number 3 which is dull with a capital Boring.
10.30: hooray! Meeting over
10.31: time to make another cup of coffee
10.35: type up minutes of meeting number 1
11.15: consider stealing a biscuit from the lab staff, remind myself stealing is wrong
11.17: steal chocolate digestive
12.00: go to evidence based medicine session
14.00: evidence based medicine session finishes, there is an ugly rush to the sandwich shop opposite
14.10: eat sandwich at my desk while making pie-charts in Ex£l for Dr Beardie
14.30: data collection for a research study which involves going through 125 sets of patient notes. There are a lot of data points and I have only done 3 sets of notes by
15.15: go over to the lab to see if any patients have been diagnosed with another condition we are currently researching in the last 24 hours. One has but they don't fulfil the inclusion criteria.
15.30: back to data collection
16.45: can I go home yet?
17.15: water plants, shut down computer, wash up coffee mug and cafetiere, leave the hospital
17.30: sitting in a pastry shop with a cup of tea and a chocolate eclair, chatting to a friend I haven't seen in months
18.30: friend decides we should decamp to the pub next door for some chips
18.35: we agree that the perfect complement to a bowl of chips is a G&T
20.00: friend realises that she has 20 minutes to cross London to get her train back to the Home County in which she lives
20.10: I am on the bus home, watching Young People in inappropriately skimpy clothes queue to get into clubs and pubs to start their evening
21.20: A, who has been out for a work thing, and I arrive home within moments of each other to an extremely hungry and vocal cat
21.24: A and I are sharing a bowl of honey roasted cashew nuts and watching tv
22.00: time for the interwebs - Scr@bble is down!!
23.00: Goodnight!
Friday, 24 September 2010
day 24: where I live
I live in a hilly, leafy, north London suburb which is mainly Edwardian in feel, although there are much earlier - and much later buildings as well. We live in a flat in an Art Deco block although sadly a lot of the original features have been lost in the intervening years.
The suburb is about 6 miles from Ch@ring Cr0ss (the centre of London) and it has parkland at one end and woodland at the other. We also have, among other things, three coffee shops, four patisseries, a fishmonger's, a florist, a cheese shop, two bookshops and an old-fashioned grocer's which has been in the same place and run by the same family since 1897.
I love it here and I am so glad I sank every penny I had (and more I still don't) to buy this flat 12 years ago because I certainly wouldn't be able to afford it now!
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| Our street in the snow |
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
day 22: the internetz
This is the day for posting my favourite website. This is predictable but I don't care, Ai lubs it:
http://icanhascheezburger.com/
http://icanhascheezburger.com/
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
day 21: a recipe
This is difficult because I seldom measure ingredients and I often cheat. But this is my variation on a traditional Sri L@nkan Th@kkali Isso (prawn and tomato curry) - I hate tomatoes so I substitute them with cashew nuts. And, although my Ammama (grandmother) would be shocked if she had known - I don't use fresh prawns but frozen (I hate de-veining them!) So really it's nothing like a Th@kkali Isso at all...
Anyway. Illanare's Prawn and Cashew Nut Curry
16oz (450 grammes) frozen but defrosted (or fresh for the non-squeamish) prawns
1 red onion
1 garlic clove
1 curry leaf
1 - 2 red chillies, de-seeded and finely chopped
3.5 fluid oz (100 millilitres / 3.3 fluid oz US) coconut milk
8oz (250 grammes) cashew nuts
1 teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon curry powder*
Heat 2 tablespoons of olive or vegetable oil in a large, flat-bottomed pan.
Finely chop the red onion and peel and crush the garlic and add to pan with the whole curry leaf.
Fry gently until the onion begins to soften.
Add the curry powder, paprika and turmeric and stir.
Add the prawns and mix well.
After a couple of minutes if using frozen prawns, or 5 minutes if using fresh, add the cashew nuts. Stir together then reduce the heat to just above a simmer.
Add the coconut milk and stir together well.
Simmer gently for 10 minutes then serve immediately (I like to use lemon rice to go with this curry).
*I usually make my own curry powder - it's pretty easy:
2 teaspoons coriander seeds
1 teaspoon cumin
1/4 teaspoon fennel seeds
1/4 teaspoon mustard seeds
Crush together in a pestle and mortar - job done!
Anyway. Illanare's Prawn and Cashew Nut Curry
16oz (450 grammes) frozen but defrosted (or fresh for the non-squeamish) prawns
1 red onion
1 garlic clove
1 curry leaf
1 - 2 red chillies, de-seeded and finely chopped
3.5 fluid oz (100 millilitres / 3.3 fluid oz US) coconut milk
8oz (250 grammes) cashew nuts
1 teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon paprika
1 teaspoon curry powder*
Heat 2 tablespoons of olive or vegetable oil in a large, flat-bottomed pan.
Finely chop the red onion and peel and crush the garlic and add to pan with the whole curry leaf.
Fry gently until the onion begins to soften.
Add the curry powder, paprika and turmeric and stir.
Add the prawns and mix well.
After a couple of minutes if using frozen prawns, or 5 minutes if using fresh, add the cashew nuts. Stir together then reduce the heat to just above a simmer.
Add the coconut milk and stir together well.
Simmer gently for 10 minutes then serve immediately (I like to use lemon rice to go with this curry).
*I usually make my own curry powder - it's pretty easy:
2 teaspoons coriander seeds
1 teaspoon cumin
1/4 teaspoon fennel seeds
1/4 teaspoon mustard seeds
Crush together in a pestle and mortar - job done!
Monday, 20 September 2010
Sunday, 19 September 2010
day 19: a talent
I'm not really very talented. No, not being falsely modest or doing myself down here, I'm not. I am a passable cook, quite handy at DIY, rather good at Scr@bble and very good at my job - but I'm otherwise not especially talented.
I do, however, like making my own Christmas cards and I think that they come out ok.
I do, however, like making my own Christmas cards and I think that they come out ok.
Friday, 17 September 2010
day 18: my wedding
I've never had a wedding and, as A would rather gouge out his own eyes with a blunt spoon than get married, I'm never likely to.
Thursday, 16 September 2010
day 17: a piece of art
Deg@s' Little D@ncer. I've loved this piece since I was about 6 and taking ballet lessons - I wanted to look just like her!
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
day 16: a song that makes me cry
I have three songs that make me cry. They are all associated with different times or events, and I couldn't decide on one in particular. So here they all are:
"She G0es On" by Cr0wded H0use.
This belongs to my BFF Kay. She was in her final illness and her husband (Marathon Man) and I were at her bedside. Kay suddenly asked Marathon Man to sing this song to her, which he did. She said that it would always remind her of an afternoon only a couple of months previously when the three of us were sunning ourselves in their back garden, Marathon Man absorbed in the sports section of the Saturday Gu@rdian while Kay and I were working on the short story we were writing together. When Kay died, this song was the one Marathon Man chose to play at the start of her funeral. It was years before I could listen to it again.
"Lean 0n Me" by Beth Ort0n.
After Kay died Marathon Man and I became very close friends. We would talk to or email each other every couple of days and would spend weekends together several times a year. The weekends were invariably fuelled by wine and music and each night lasted into the small hours of the following morning. One of those Saturday-night-Sunday-mornings was played to a close by Marathon Man picking "Lean on Me". As he lined up the track he said that the song always brought me to his mind because he had leant on me since Kay died, and that he "genuinely believed" that I saved his life in those early dark and despairing months.
"Fix Y0u" by C0ldplay.
I played this over and over and over again in the days after losing Starchild, just for the lines "and the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace".
It is made worse because I can't stand this band or the constipated-piglet vocal stylings of the lead singer and I hate that they are the ones responsible for this song!
"She G0es On" by Cr0wded H0use.
This belongs to my BFF Kay. She was in her final illness and her husband (Marathon Man) and I were at her bedside. Kay suddenly asked Marathon Man to sing this song to her, which he did. She said that it would always remind her of an afternoon only a couple of months previously when the three of us were sunning ourselves in their back garden, Marathon Man absorbed in the sports section of the Saturday Gu@rdian while Kay and I were working on the short story we were writing together. When Kay died, this song was the one Marathon Man chose to play at the start of her funeral. It was years before I could listen to it again.
"Lean 0n Me" by Beth Ort0n.
After Kay died Marathon Man and I became very close friends. We would talk to or email each other every couple of days and would spend weekends together several times a year. The weekends were invariably fuelled by wine and music and each night lasted into the small hours of the following morning. One of those Saturday-night-Sunday-mornings was played to a close by Marathon Man picking "Lean on Me". As he lined up the track he said that the song always brought me to his mind because he had leant on me since Kay died, and that he "genuinely believed" that I saved his life in those early dark and despairing months.
"Fix Y0u" by C0ldplay.
I played this over and over and over again in the days after losing Starchild, just for the lines "and the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace".
It is made worse because I can't stand this band or the constipated-piglet vocal stylings of the lead singer and I hate that they are the ones responsible for this song!
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
day 15: my dream house
You can barely make it out in this photo - this was taken in 1997, almost a decade before I got my first digital camera with optical zoom. But that white building in the distance is my dream house. It is on the Maine coast, at a heavenly town called B00thb@y H@rb0ur. It's perched on the rocks with the sea on three sides and I fell in love with it instantly.
Although I loved B00thb@y H@rb0ur, I have since then seen even more beautiful places where I have day-dreamed of living but always in this house...
Although I loved B00thb@y H@rb0ur, I have since then seen even more beautiful places where I have day-dreamed of living but always in this house...
Monday, 13 September 2010
day 14: a non-fiction book
"The R0ses of No M@n's Land" by Lyn MacDonald. I read this first in 1989 and I remember being so absorbed in it that I missed my Tube stop and found myself at the end of the line. I had to put the book away for the return journey so that I didn't spend the entire evening travelling the District Line from one end to the other.
It's an amazing, vivid, moving, wrenching report of keeping soldiers alive on the front line during the First World War. It makes you feel uncomfortably like you are at a field hospital in Flanders or France as you read it.
It's an amazing, vivid, moving, wrenching report of keeping soldiers alive on the front line during the First World War. It makes you feel uncomfortably like you are at a field hospital in Flanders or France as you read it.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
30 day journal day 13: a fictional book
I'm not sure how today's item differs from day 4 (your favourite book) so I have decided to take the Desert Isl@nd Discs approach and choose the one I would get most out of for the greatest length of time. It has to be the complete novels of J@ne Auste.n.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
30 day journal day 12: sleeping with the enemy
Something I am OCD about: the kitchen worktop. Everything has to be lined up in the right order and perfectly. L-R fruit bowl, spice rack, kettle (with spout pointing towards the door), toaster (unplugged and cord tucked neatly away), food processor (handle pointing towards the window).
Any deviation, even slight, completely messes with my day...
Any deviation, even slight, completely messes with my day...
happiness today, hope tomorrow
A month ago the wonderful Miss Ruby gave me this award.
Here in her own words are the reasons:
infertility (and many other things in life) makes you focus on the future your desire is for a future event even if you manage to get knocked up or get a successful adoption placement it's still a future event and so we're constantly looking forward looking to the future and focussing on happiness we may achieve then but what about the now? what about what is making us happy in this moment in this very instance?
I hadn't been able to pass it along until now, because I just hadn't been feeling much happiness or hope. But both of those are slowly changing and now feels like the right time.
The rules are easy - you put that picture up on your blog and you post about one thing you're happy about right now and one thing that you are hoping for in the future. And then you pass the award along.
Right now, I am happy that I am (albeit agonisingly slowly) finally losing weight because I am eating healthier and exercising more, and feeling happier so I am eating healthier and exercising more and losing weight and...well you get the gist.
And my hope for the future? I can't believe that I am not going to write "a healthy baby" - because I have finally acknowledged that my life is never going to include that. I'm not saying I'm happy about it, but I have stopped fighting it. So my hope for the future is a happy one with A.
I would like to pass this along to:
Jen @ Life in our 40s - Ups and Downs
Betty Rubble @ The Fork (Knife and Spoon) in the Road
CGD @ Adventures in Infertility-Land
Here in her own words are the reasons:
infertility (and many other things in life) makes you focus on the future your desire is for a future event even if you manage to get knocked up or get a successful adoption placement it's still a future event and so we're constantly looking forward looking to the future and focussing on happiness we may achieve then but what about the now? what about what is making us happy in this moment in this very instance?
I hadn't been able to pass it along until now, because I just hadn't been feeling much happiness or hope. But both of those are slowly changing and now feels like the right time.
The rules are easy - you put that picture up on your blog and you post about one thing you're happy about right now and one thing that you are hoping for in the future. And then you pass the award along.
Right now, I am happy that I am (albeit agonisingly slowly) finally losing weight because I am eating healthier and exercising more, and feeling happier so I am eating healthier and exercising more and losing weight and...well you get the gist.
And my hope for the future? I can't believe that I am not going to write "a healthy baby" - because I have finally acknowledged that my life is never going to include that. I'm not saying I'm happy about it, but I have stopped fighting it. So my hope for the future is a happy one with A.
I would like to pass this along to:
Jen @ Life in our 40s - Ups and Downs
Betty Rubble @ The Fork (Knife and Spoon) in the Road
CGD @ Adventures in Infertility-Land
Friday, 10 September 2010
30 day journal days 10 and 11
Another blinding migraine yesterday meant that I skipped a day, so lucky interwebs you get two posts for the price of one today.
Day 10: a photo of you taken over 10 years ago.
This was taken on Christmas Day 1976, I was aged 8 and had been given that doll by my my parents. Even then I wanted a baby...
Day 11: a photo of you taken recently.
This was taken 3 months ago. I know, I'm cheating - but this is an anonymous blog :-)
Day 10: a photo of you taken over 10 years ago.
This was taken on Christmas Day 1976, I was aged 8 and had been given that doll by my my parents. Even then I wanted a baby...
Day 11: a photo of you taken recently.
This was taken 3 months ago. I know, I'm cheating - but this is an anonymous blog :-)
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
30 day journal day 9: a photo I took
This was taken 10 years ago with my old 35mm and recently scanned in, so apols for the poor quality. But it represents a life-long dream realised.
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
30 day blog journal: day 8
I'm at home sick today, coughing up bits of lung (re-vol-ting) and I can't watch tv because A is working from home in the living room (tube strike avoidance) and I'm bored.
So, after a month's hiatus, I thought I would resume the 30-day blog journal meme which I paused abruptly after day 7.
Day 8 - a photo that makes me sad. Well, it had to be really. Ironically it is a photo taken on the happiest day of A's and my lives - the morning we found out I was pregnant with Starchild.
So, after a month's hiatus, I thought I would resume the 30-day blog journal meme which I paused abruptly after day 7.
Day 8 - a photo that makes me sad. Well, it had to be really. Ironically it is a photo taken on the happiest day of A's and my lives - the morning we found out I was pregnant with Starchild.
Monday, 6 September 2010
ah memories...
Two and a half years spent either taking meds or being pregnant made me forget what my life was really like. Today is CD182...
Saturday, 4 September 2010
earthquake
My Not-In-Laws live on a farm on the outskirts of the NZ city which was hit by an earthquake less than 24 hours ago. We have been able to speak to them because they have an old-style phone and they are okay but without electrity, heat and water. There was minimal damage to their house and Not FIL says that the land seems fine. They have been given drinking water by a neighbouring farmer and have been using their bbq to cook meals but they are cold (it's winter down under).
I wish that we could just magic them here and look after them!
I wish that we could just magic them here and look after them!
Thursday, 2 September 2010
fellow feeling
I have never been a Tory supporter or a big fan of W1ll1am Hagu£
But, regardless of whatever he may or may not be hiding in regard to his sexuality, you have to admire his courage on speaking out about his wife's and his IF and loss.
But, regardless of whatever he may or may not be hiding in regard to his sexuality, you have to admire his courage on speaking out about his wife's and his IF and loss.
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
everywhere
From the barista at my local coffee shop to the receptionist at work (22, unplanned) via one of the nurses, it seems that everyone in my working day is pregnant.
I am so bitter and envious and raw and hurting that I don't recognise myself.
I am so bitter and envious and raw and hurting that I don't recognise myself.
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