me, me, me

I have been taken by this idea of the 30 Day Blog Journal and, never one to leave a bandwagon unjumped-upon, I thought I would give it a go.

Day 1 - my favourite song.
"Oliver's Army" by Elvis Costello. It never fails to cheer me up, although I am at a loss to explain why. And watching him perform it live at a festival a few years ago was one of the best musical experiences of my life.

What's your favourite song (if you can narrow it down to one?)

meh, meh, meh

You are all lovely. Thank you for your comments on my last post, asking whether Significant Other / we are getting help. We are still going to see the Lovely Therapist at Rel@ate on a weekly basis, and the sessions are helpful, in the main. But I think that even Lovely Therapist last week was getting a bit frustrated at our lack of progress; she even asked us why we are still together if we are making each other so miserable.

Neither one of us could answer.

Significant Other is now seeing a therapist by himself, and whether we carry on going to see Lovely Therapist is up for discussion. He is also seriously considering taking some medication but can't quite bring himself to do that yet.

And me? I'm just taking everything one day at a time.

peaks and troughs

I knew that dealing with Significant Other's depression would be a case of peaks and troughs. I just didn't realise that I would be looking back at what I called a trough 2 months ago and find that it was in fact a peak.

champagne cocktail

A combination of an icky week at work and it being my birthday tomorrow made me wander over to the champagne bar at St P@ncras Station and have this before heading home:



Bliss!

things I have learnt today

1) That being asked for money by a grown woman dressed as a fairy, carrying a large bucket simply labelled "charity", is unlikely to induce me to part with my hard-earned cash.

2) That it takes a nano-second to drop a pine-nut into a computer keyboard and a full ten minutes to extract it using an opened-up paper-clip and a blob of Blu-T@c.

3) That wearing a full-skirted frock on a deceptively breezy day is guaranteed to reveal your nether-garments to the paramedics who are taking their tea break in the ambulance bay.

4) That it is possible to walk around the whole day with a pen stuck in your hair and no-one will say a word, so you only discover it when you get home.

5) That if someone tells you at mid-day that you are "well maintained" you will spend the rest of the day feeling like some kind of National Trust landmark.

summer chic

An icky day in the middle of an icky week was enlivened this afternoon by the woman ahead of me in the queue for sushi. She was wearing a strappy sundress, flip-flops and...a Ushanka:

back in Blighty

Thirty-eight hours of travel from door-to-door later and we got home yesterday afternoon. I am still sooo tired that I don't remember much from the journey apart from a few highlights.

1. on the plane from the Sunshine Co@st to Sydney there was a child in the row behind us who screamed. She screamed when her brother got the window seat. She screamed when her mother fastened her seatbelt. She screamed (for joy this time?) when she was offered a sweet. She screamed for 2 minutes straight for no discernible reason and then her brother swapped seats with her and stopped screaming and instead took up kicking the seat in front of her. Which of course was mine.
2. on the 14-hour flight from Sydney to Dub@i there was a man across the aisle from us who kept his neighbouring passengers...amused...for roughly six hours by singing along to the music playing on his headphones. Every now and then he would hit a particularly high note and his immediate neighbour jumped a mile in her seat, poor thing. He seemed to have an inordinate amount of B@rry White on his playlist, and had clearly been a fan of the tv show "All.y McBe@l" because I swear he once did a bit of this dance in his seat (with his eyes closed).
3. we had a few hours to pass in Sydney so took the train from the airport to Circle Qu@y and checked to see that the bridge and the opera house were still how we remembered them.
4. they were :-)
5. I watched "Shutt£r Island" on the flight from Dub@i to London and it gave me nightmares last night.