Knock Me Down I'll Get Right Back Up Again...I'll Come Back Stronger Than A Powered-Up Pacman
So the funeral went about as well as a funeral can. The church was full, there was about 70-80 people stood at the back too. The wake was well attended, there was about 250 there. There was copious amounts of alcohol drunk (pernod oh sweet jesus why? it's rank!), and I staggered the mile home in heels and a skirt with a broken zip (which spent 90 of it's time around my knees) carrying a tea urn and eating a kebab. Then when we finally got there Maff fell asleep on the kitchen floor. WE CAN HAZ CLASS NO?
The family seem to be holding up, although I'm gonna be worrying about Matthew this week. His brother is really getting on his nerves. Toph's always been selfish, but these past 2 weeks have really brought it out in him and I think Maff is going to struggle to keep his mouth shut this week. I hope he does for his mum's sake, but I don't want Maff to get more stressed than he is already. I've told him to go to my mam's or dad's or whatever if he needs to get out the house.
My Auntie Nette flew to Canada this morning, our Roberta has been back in hospital all week after having her appendix out the other week. She was having pains in the same place she had the op, and was on morphine for 3/4 days because they had no idea what was wrong with her. After an ultrasound, CT scan and barrium meal they now think that it's possibly an abcess, but they're still not 100% sure. They've put her on antibiotics and are doing the whole "wait and see" thing.
Added to this, as I was approching London this afternoon Stavros' engine management light started flashing, and was doing it everytime I put my foot on the accelerator. He's really struggling to pick speed up and is very unhappy about being in low gear, and in anything above 3rd the gearstick is shaking like a shitting dog. We only spent £280 on the brakes 3 weeks ago. Bastardo. I really am trying to not worry about things and be a bit "que ce'ra ce'ra" etc. but I honest to God feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
In what should be good news, I've got a job interview on the 23rd for a permenant job as a Biomedical Scientist in the National Blood Service's virology reference lab. This IS good news, but at the minute all I can think about it how it means an interview (and I have to prepare a presentation!), a new suit (I'm poorer than poor) and all the associated stress. I'm trying to be positive about it but it couldn't have come at a worse time. Me and interviews don't mix well at the best of times, I genuinely think this might tip me over the edge.
/self-obsessed wanky whine. Things WILL get better. Bring on Partygeddon 2010!
The family seem to be holding up, although I'm gonna be worrying about Matthew this week. His brother is really getting on his nerves. Toph's always been selfish, but these past 2 weeks have really brought it out in him and I think Maff is going to struggle to keep his mouth shut this week. I hope he does for his mum's sake, but I don't want Maff to get more stressed than he is already. I've told him to go to my mam's or dad's or whatever if he needs to get out the house.
My Auntie Nette flew to Canada this morning, our Roberta has been back in hospital all week after having her appendix out the other week. She was having pains in the same place she had the op, and was on morphine for 3/4 days because they had no idea what was wrong with her. After an ultrasound, CT scan and barrium meal they now think that it's possibly an abcess, but they're still not 100% sure. They've put her on antibiotics and are doing the whole "wait and see" thing.
Added to this, as I was approching London this afternoon Stavros' engine management light started flashing, and was doing it everytime I put my foot on the accelerator. He's really struggling to pick speed up and is very unhappy about being in low gear, and in anything above 3rd the gearstick is shaking like a shitting dog. We only spent £280 on the brakes 3 weeks ago. Bastardo. I really am trying to not worry about things and be a bit "que ce'ra ce'ra" etc. but I honest to God feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
In what should be good news, I've got a job interview on the 23rd for a permenant job as a Biomedical Scientist in the National Blood Service's virology reference lab. This IS good news, but at the minute all I can think about it how it means an interview (and I have to prepare a presentation!), a new suit (I'm poorer than poor) and all the associated stress. I'm trying to be positive about it but it couldn't have come at a worse time. Me and interviews don't mix well at the best of times, I genuinely think this might tip me over the edge.
/self-obsessed wanky whine. Things WILL get better. Bring on Partygeddon 2010!