Want to seeeee!
Quit my care job today. Gave my four weeks notice then was later told I only need to give one.
God damnit.
I took a dive today and got all my hair cut off. Literally rang the hair dressers yesterday and got an appointment for today, flicked through a hair magazine found a style and went for it.
Actually LOVE my new hair. Will thinks ‘it’s short’, which means he doesn’t like it.
Feel like a different person, just wish I’d had the balls to get it cut earlier!
It’s sad to be leaving Spain, but what was worse was the journey to, and the arrival at the airport.
Driving along the toll motorway and Will says ‘got your passport?’ ‘oh…shit’ I say. After frantically searching both of our hand luggage bags to no avail, I get panicky. So I’m crying my eyes out whilst driving thinking I’m going to miss my flight and end up stranded in Spain (the fact Will’s mum lives 45 minutes from the airport didn’t seem to enter my mind).
After paying at the toll booth, a Guardia officer was directing people to the edge of the road. So obviously I start panicking incase he asks to see our documents. I HAVE NO PASSPORT! I pull in and he starts blurting Spanish all over the place. “English?” I say, and he switches to perfect english. It turns out he’s breathalizing people. I’ve not even had a drink but I’m irrationally worried. I had to open my own plastic mouth blowy thing and put it on the machine. Turns out I wasn’t drunk! But then I drove off (with my plastic mouth piece as a souvenir) and the realisation that I still didn’t have a passport set in again.
There was no hard shoulder to pull into on the way to the airport, so in the car rental car park I turn over the contents of my suitcase in the hope I’ve put it in one of my handbags. Nothing. I’m still crying my eyes out. Will then randomly checks the front pocket of his suitcase. He found it. I cried even more with relief.
No longer a potential Spanish futative, Will and I checked the departure boards.
Manchester ***departure 23:50***
We’re supposed to fly at 19:50. A four fucking hour delay. Monarchs excuse:
“The plane is late because it set off late”
No shit Sherlock.
On my jollies in Spain, walking through the supermarket (super mercat, ha) and spot this..
What would be the need for a question mark candle??
‘I forgot how old you were so I just bought a question mark and put it in your cake..’
Would ordinary plain candles not have the same less embarrassing effect?
Today my beautiful cat Fudge had to be put to sleep. She had kidney failure and had not eaten or drank for the past week. The Vet said the urea level in her blood was 90 when it should be around 8. She was impressed she was still alive. That’s my fudgey, 16 and a half years strong. After being taken in for tests on Wednesday morning and kept in on a drip, she was not improving, yesterday afternoon we brought her home for her last night. She slept in the sun on the sofa, she just looked normal. We had Chinese for tea, duck was her favourite, and she actually managed to eat some 
she made it up the stairs and slept in my room as usual. I didn’t want to sleep ’cause I knew what was coming this morning.
My mum and dad came with me today, I held Fudge as the vet gave her what is basically an anaesthetic overdose. I could feel her little heart going so fast, and then it just stopped beating and she became limp.
I’d say she looked peaceful but her big round black and green eyes were open, like when she was mad. I felt like she was angry about what happened, but I decided her body is just the remains of her horrible terminal disease, and she is no longer in pain.
Without seeing her face she looked asleep but there was no life left in her as we stroked and kissed her goodbye. I didn’t want her to go, but she already had.
Rest in peace my little Fudgey roodles x
8.11.1994 – 11.06.2011
Will bought kittens this month. I introduce you to…
Maverick
and Purrl
Cutest kitties in the world! Go on http://omgkittens.co.uk for about a billion photos of them.
Got a new job today! Working for Mears Care, as a domiciliary care worker. Rather anxious about starting, but need to sort out a training week first.
Not had the best reception when telling certain people I’ve got a new job. “Arse wiping?? Why would you want to do that??” yeah thanks for the congratulations.
Gives me some care experience to blaze on about in my medicine personal statement though. Need to begin that…
Bored of things now. When I moved back home it was all ‘whoo I’m home’ ‘I’m taking some time out’ ‘blah blah blah’, now I’m thinking I need to actually sort out my life.
I have a degree in psychology and I work in a pub, and I can’t even remember 90% of the stuff I learnt so I can’t even pretend I’m doing some form of psychological analysis of drinking culture, pah.
I live with my parents. Self explanatory.
I have no hobbies, apart from knitting and watching TV.
Some one sort me out with loads of money so I can go and do a masters in neuroscience so I can become an awesome brain surgeon one day.
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