Hi. Paige.
I'm back. I've set up fort and made the room smell better. It used to smell like mildew and something else nasty that was used to get rid of the mildew. Now it smells like a stick scent diffuser from Target called Fresh Air which actually smells kind of like bad potpouri. But oh well.
We have a lot of tins of beans and boxes of rice that Oisin's mom bought for us. She also did his laundry. I find this amusing.
It's a tiny little room compared to what I'm used to. And there are five beige walls, one of them at an angle, which I like. But it's massive compared to the four other bedrooms in the house, the ones rented out upstairs. The one bathroom is upstairs, the sitting room and large kitchen are on our level. No basement. Very small back yard with an 8 ft wall around it. Tiny rectangle of dirt at the front of the house. One cyclamen flowering in a pot near the kitchen sink, name of Freddie. Not the sink. The flower. The flower is nammed Freddie.
Anyway. It's cozy. I brought extra bottles of shampoo (the huge bottles of Tressemme) because it's expensive here and only seems to come in small bottles.
The bizarre band-aid shaped infection on my leg is clearing up, now that I've got that nice $50 ointment. I got a cut from piece of glass that was in a trash bag I was taking out on New Years eve, and then about a week later it got all nice and pink and itchy under the band-aid I had on it. When I went in to have Dr. McCue look at it he did a urine test and found out I have a bladder infection too. Three days later the leg infection spread to the area under the sticky part of the band-aid where some of the skin was raw. Then I stopped using band-aids because they were obviously only encouraging it.
I'm going to miss bowling. Albert and Emma had me going every week with them while I was home. Sometimes twice a week. Good times.
Now I just get to hang around with smelly Oisin. He said he wanted a haircut so today I gave him a haircut and apparently I didn't cut enough off. I'm not a professional. Pff. Then he left for college and we were both sour. It could have been much worse, I say, I could have cut huge chunks out. He can cut his own damn hair, I said.
Ah, such is love.
We have a lot of tins of beans and boxes of rice that Oisin's mom bought for us. She also did his laundry. I find this amusing.
It's a tiny little room compared to what I'm used to. And there are five beige walls, one of them at an angle, which I like. But it's massive compared to the four other bedrooms in the house, the ones rented out upstairs. The one bathroom is upstairs, the sitting room and large kitchen are on our level. No basement. Very small back yard with an 8 ft wall around it. Tiny rectangle of dirt at the front of the house. One cyclamen flowering in a pot near the kitchen sink, name of Freddie. Not the sink. The flower. The flower is nammed Freddie.
Anyway. It's cozy. I brought extra bottles of shampoo (the huge bottles of Tressemme) because it's expensive here and only seems to come in small bottles.
The bizarre band-aid shaped infection on my leg is clearing up, now that I've got that nice $50 ointment. I got a cut from piece of glass that was in a trash bag I was taking out on New Years eve, and then about a week later it got all nice and pink and itchy under the band-aid I had on it. When I went in to have Dr. McCue look at it he did a urine test and found out I have a bladder infection too. Three days later the leg infection spread to the area under the sticky part of the band-aid where some of the skin was raw. Then I stopped using band-aids because they were obviously only encouraging it.
I'm going to miss bowling. Albert and Emma had me going every week with them while I was home. Sometimes twice a week. Good times.
Now I just get to hang around with smelly Oisin. He said he wanted a haircut so today I gave him a haircut and apparently I didn't cut enough off. I'm not a professional. Pff. Then he left for college and we were both sour. It could have been much worse, I say, I could have cut huge chunks out. He can cut his own damn hair, I said.
Ah, such is love.