T minus 7 to U2!
One week exactly until I see U2 live in concierto!
It's been a rather shite two weeks with not nearly enough sleep and last night of all things there was a moth trapped somewhere behind the window blinds and it kept fluttering and making these huge whirring noises and now I think I may have imagined it because this morning it was nowhere to be seen.
I am driving my parents to the airport today, they are going to my uncle's funeral in London. Apparently the NHS is that shite among other things that it takes 3 weeks to hold such a thing. It's all turned into a big drama a la my familia anyway, like all such things do. But in terms of family it has been a very good time of being together. I drove home pretty much every day to have lunch with dad and then go back to work, and then back again in the evening the first week. I have never seen him so upset. Last week was much better, but the sheer number of callers and visitors was overwhelming. Anyway, now that the initial shock is over, it is becoming more okay, but because of this my Dad has gone for lots of tests and none of them have come back particularly good, his cholesterol is over the edge, he has a controlled form of diabetes and is now having tests for bowel cancer. All is not well in Denmark. On the other hand it is making me more paranoid about my diet, being reared in Britain hasn't helped it much after all, I find joy in fried egg and chips combinations after all. At any rate, I did mean to add thank you to those people who sent me messages about this - I didn't reply but I do appreciate it more than I can say.
Today I am going to Flic and Dav's engagement party (I seem to be at the age where friends are making the permanant kind of commitment now - but not I) and then to see Jo for her birthday at ZanziBar in Newtown.
I recently read 'Prep' by Curtis Sittenfeld and loved it, now I am reading 'We Need To Talk About Kevin' by Lionel Shriver which is fascinating and repulsive all at once, and won the Orange Prize. I want to throttle Kevin at age 2 as I read it. And I am burning some CDs for my Dad to give my Uncle Irenio.
Tomorrow is lunch at Chren's place in Coogee with the rest of my work mates, but now I better go get an outfit together for the engagement. I will then move home for a week and a bit to take care of Dane and the house (y mi hermana).
N. Girl, out.
PS. Smoke, I owest thou an email.
PS. To myself, I got an email from Chris the Wonj with photos and saw some of our Sali pictures - some v interesting commentry that I can't go into here but it brought up all sorts of old homesick for Espanya feelings.
PPS. My head has a bad habit of substituting the words in Vertigo to "I'm at a place called Kokomo" and then segues into the Beach Boys.
It's been a rather shite two weeks with not nearly enough sleep and last night of all things there was a moth trapped somewhere behind the window blinds and it kept fluttering and making these huge whirring noises and now I think I may have imagined it because this morning it was nowhere to be seen.
I am driving my parents to the airport today, they are going to my uncle's funeral in London. Apparently the NHS is that shite among other things that it takes 3 weeks to hold such a thing. It's all turned into a big drama a la my familia anyway, like all such things do. But in terms of family it has been a very good time of being together. I drove home pretty much every day to have lunch with dad and then go back to work, and then back again in the evening the first week. I have never seen him so upset. Last week was much better, but the sheer number of callers and visitors was overwhelming. Anyway, now that the initial shock is over, it is becoming more okay, but because of this my Dad has gone for lots of tests and none of them have come back particularly good, his cholesterol is over the edge, he has a controlled form of diabetes and is now having tests for bowel cancer. All is not well in Denmark. On the other hand it is making me more paranoid about my diet, being reared in Britain hasn't helped it much after all, I find joy in fried egg and chips combinations after all. At any rate, I did mean to add thank you to those people who sent me messages about this - I didn't reply but I do appreciate it more than I can say.
Today I am going to Flic and Dav's engagement party (I seem to be at the age where friends are making the permanant kind of commitment now - but not I) and then to see Jo for her birthday at ZanziBar in Newtown.
I recently read 'Prep' by Curtis Sittenfeld and loved it, now I am reading 'We Need To Talk About Kevin' by Lionel Shriver which is fascinating and repulsive all at once, and won the Orange Prize. I want to throttle Kevin at age 2 as I read it. And I am burning some CDs for my Dad to give my Uncle Irenio.
Tomorrow is lunch at Chren's place in Coogee with the rest of my work mates, but now I better go get an outfit together for the engagement. I will then move home for a week and a bit to take care of Dane and the house (y mi hermana).
N. Girl, out.
PS. Smoke, I owest thou an email.
PS. To myself, I got an email from Chris the Wonj with photos and saw some of our Sali pictures - some v interesting commentry that I can't go into here but it brought up all sorts of old homesick for Espanya feelings.
PPS. My head has a bad habit of substituting the words in Vertigo to "I'm at a place called Kokomo" and then segues into the Beach Boys.