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So, life goes on.
I've been neglecting quite a few areas of my routine existence recently. I guess I don't need to justify any of it but there comes a point where you just have to pick yourself back up and move on. The last six weeks have been a bit of a blur to be honest, feeling more like a melodramatic soap-opera than humdrum everyday life. A big thank you to everyone who has shown their support, it's been a difficult experience for the family and friends of Chris to say the least.
As to what's been happening, should anyone even care, i've decided not to write about anything where other people can access my writing freely on the internet. This is because the local newspaper quoted a line from my last journal entry without permission in a newspaper article printed about the accident. I would have thought the Evening Post would employ journalists who could do more than Google for information, but there we go. My faith in people has been tested intensely recently so it fits in appropriately, I suppose.
In other news, i'm going to Hong Kong in three weeks time, and Melbourne a week after that. The holiday will (hopefully) come as a welcome break from the recent tension and it'll be good to get away and clear my head for a while. Sian and I are making the trip
on our own which makes me a little nervous - i've never travelled abroad without a parent or guardian before, so i'm hoping I don't do something stupid when i'm in a completely different hemisphere to people who usually sort things out for me. I bet I leave my contact lenses behind, too.
With regards to the dreaded 'w' word, I had three first aid callouts this wednesday! Considering the last one I had to attend was four months ago that's pretty bloody busy to say the least. Two of them were within ten minutes of each other! I think Kieran and I were the only First Aiders on the shift because he kept calling for Richard Morgan (not 'a first aider') to come to customer services. I suppose it makes me feel a little important, running around with the box in my hand, putting on the gloves and giving the whole "Hello Sir/Madam, i'm the first aider, my name is..." routine. I earned my extra 15p an hour this week, anyway... here's hoping today will be a nice, quiet day in comparison.
I've got some Amethyst-themed art underway again after a long break (obsessive procrastination), though with all the work overtime and holiday preparations i'm not sure if i'll be finishing much before i'm off to the east. Still, talking to Rob does inspire the creative side of me so here's hoping I can knuckle down and do some drawing for a change - if i'm not lying on other people's sofas recovering from spontaneous late-night sessions, anyway.
I'm beginning to see why people in work think i'm still in university...
-Rich
I've been neglecting quite a few areas of my routine existence recently. I guess I don't need to justify any of it but there comes a point where you just have to pick yourself back up and move on. The last six weeks have been a bit of a blur to be honest, feeling more like a melodramatic soap-opera than humdrum everyday life. A big thank you to everyone who has shown their support, it's been a difficult experience for the family and friends of Chris to say the least.
As to what's been happening, should anyone even care, i've decided not to write about anything where other people can access my writing freely on the internet. This is because the local newspaper quoted a line from my last journal entry without permission in a newspaper article printed about the accident. I would have thought the Evening Post would employ journalists who could do more than Google for information, but there we go. My faith in people has been tested intensely recently so it fits in appropriately, I suppose.
In other news, i'm going to Hong Kong in three weeks time, and Melbourne a week after that. The holiday will (hopefully) come as a welcome break from the recent tension and it'll be good to get away and clear my head for a while. Sian and I are making the trip
on our own which makes me a little nervous - i've never travelled abroad without a parent or guardian before, so i'm hoping I don't do something stupid when i'm in a completely different hemisphere to people who usually sort things out for me. I bet I leave my contact lenses behind, too.
With regards to the dreaded 'w' word, I had three first aid callouts this wednesday! Considering the last one I had to attend was four months ago that's pretty bloody busy to say the least. Two of them were within ten minutes of each other! I think Kieran and I were the only First Aiders on the shift because he kept calling for Richard Morgan (not 'a first aider') to come to customer services. I suppose it makes me feel a little important, running around with the box in my hand, putting on the gloves and giving the whole "Hello Sir/Madam, i'm the first aider, my name is..." routine. I earned my extra 15p an hour this week, anyway... here's hoping today will be a nice, quiet day in comparison.
I've got some Amethyst-themed art underway again after a long break (obsessive procrastination), though with all the work overtime and holiday preparations i'm not sure if i'll be finishing much before i'm off to the east. Still, talking to Rob does inspire the creative side of me so here's hoping I can knuckle down and do some drawing for a change - if i'm not lying on other people's sofas recovering from spontaneous late-night sessions, anyway.
I'm beginning to see why people in work think i'm still in university...
-Rich