I made the final 7 in this month’s Blogging for Books. I am so happy! I was really pleased with my entry. The others are very good though. Go and read them!
I am still unable to type properly (one handed is doing my head in). I have a doctor’s appointment to get my arm / wrist checked out this afternoon.
It is mole removal afternoon too. Just before the doctors. Fun afternoon for me!
The alarm going off and me having to get out of bed before 7am this morning after 10 lovely days off.
I hope normal service will be resumed soon people. Hope you all had a good Easter.
I have no idea where to even start writing about this weekend. It is all a bit difficult. So much happened and it was all a bit much really. The high amount of alcohol consumed by all really didn’t help matters.
Friday night when everyone turned up.
The couple of quiet drinks in the pub Friday night.
My monthly lunch with the girls (and Matt).
The penguin ice cube tray Zodo gave me for my birthday.
Getting to open presents / cards early.
The music they played at the club.
The way Matt and I found everyone on Saturday night.
The fact that they all loved the club.
Having a proper heart to heart with Claire and getting to the bottom of things.
The taste of mead.
Pasties and fry ups.
Having the piss taken out of me by Nat for ages about Jon (like that is so old now.)
The way that made me and Jon feel really akward being together which kinda spoiled Friday night.
Not being able to find a single thing to buy to wear for Saturday night.
Nat inviting all her friends to Tez’s birthday night out and not telling them it was for my birthday too.
Overhearing Nat telling them it was my birthday as well (embarrassing).
The fact that they then didn’t even bother to wish me a happy birthday.
The fact that I care that Tez got all the attention.
Too much booze.
Being horrible to Matt about why he was there when I should have just been happy that he was there.
Getting upset in the club.
Crying for a few hours when I got home.
Throwing a strop and snapping at Jon when none of it is his fault.
Managing to come home with at least 3 of my friends not talking to me.
The fact my phone stopped working yesterday so everyone thought I was sulking / ignorning them and I was sat there thinking all my friends hated me.
How I felt when I spoke to Nat and said I was gutted that we hadn’t spoken so far that weekend and that this was our only chance and she walked away and went and sat with someone else.
Finishing a bottle of mead between myself and Claire when we got home.