Tired.

It's been a busy week. Pleased it's Friday tomorrow! I've not got the energy to write anything exciting tonight (HA! Do I ever?) so I apologise for this post...

Language fun.

I need more languages. More words. More more more.

Wishing I had paid more attention to French and Spanish in school - I just kind of drifted through and now I don't really speak either. No really about it really, I don't speak either.

Small talk.

I had a lovely, lovely weekend with wonderful people. And now I've had a headache since I woke up Monday morning. Bet it's cos I said that thing about migraines the other week - I knew I should have touched some wood.

It's been weeks since I went to Pilates now, Easter and weddings and laziness have stood in my way. Will I go tomorrow? Tune in...

A hard day's life.

Inspired by the inspiring Spiderchick.

07.40-08.00 - we wake up, after all our alarms have stopped going off.

08.02 - shower, brush teeth, run about trying to find my dipper card for work (which is always in the same place...)

08.15 - bike/drive (well... get driven!) to work.

08.30 - settling in at work, open up emails and sigh a bit. I ponder breakfast.

08.45 - breakfast time! Porridge at work = best way.

08.48 - work.

13.00 or so - lunch! Usually a short walk to buy a salad/sandwich/soup... and maybe a muffin.

13.15 - back at desk, eat sandwich whilst trying to look productive.

16.00-17.30 or so - home time!

10 minutes later - if I was clever and biked in, I'm home by this time.

...or 30 minutes later - if I'm having to walk back...

18.00 - Mike arrives home, starving. So this usually means it's dinner time! ;)

Bit of TV/reading or maybe the internet (ha! never!) or some charity work. Or all of the above. Until...

22.30 - I start moaning that I'm tired. Mike convinces me to stay up '10 more minutes'.

23.30 - I realise it's been more than 10 minutes and moan some more.

00.00 - I go to bed, moaning some more at Mike to get him to stop working and come to bed so we don't sleep in the next day.



...wow, I do lead an exciting life!!

Touch wood and all that.

I'm sure I've bent your ears about this in the past but I love acupuncture. It's the best thing in the world!

I had 6 sessions with my GP, starting before Christmas and one every one or two weeks after that. And I've not had a full migraine since.*

Here's a photo of how happy this makes me (yes, I'm sure that's a happy face!):





* I don't care if it's a placebo - I'd take placebos over migraines any day!!

I wish I was a little bit taller.

As I was swishing home on my pretty bike today (you know, biking superfast so the wind goes 'swishswishswish' in your ears), I rode past a girl walking along. And just as I went past her I'm sure I heard her crying.

And I'm ashamed to say I didn't stop to check she was ok. I didn't even look back. But I was so, so close to stopping. And I wish I had. Because that's the kind of person I want to be; someone who cares about others.

X marks the spot.

We took a walk to the polling station in the drizzle last night. It was a lovely night, and as old as this sounds I have to say it - we've been needing some rain.

Being a dirty foreigner, I didn't get to vote in the AV referendum. Which I suppose makes sense, as I can't vote in the general elections here - so obviously I couldn't possibly have an input on how these should be done. Luckily, Mike's views aren't a million miles from my own so I feel like I've had half a vote, at any rate. Kinda like I had half a vote in the general election last year, and that turned out to be a useful one... But anyway.

I do get to vote in the local council elections though, which I quite like doing. I had a strategy this time around: I decided not to vote for any party who has put reams of leaflets through my door. I wanted to put a sign on the door to that effect but wasn't allowed - but perhaps this blind approach is more effective?

So, that meant no Labour and no Lib Dems. One or two leaflets would have been ok, but... I really wish I'd saved them all, to be able to give an accurate picture of the ridiculous amount of paper wasted on rehashing the same information ('Tories can't win here!' seemed to be a favourite... not exactly telling me much about the party).

I can fully understand why they do it. Any vote they can sway by churning out leaflet after leaflet is another vote in their favour. And I fully support them distributing information materials. But when it's the same information over and over, when it's photos of the same guys in the exact same pose over and over, when it's trying to insinuate that more leaflets = more activity in the area = better party, or when they send us separate letters - one addressed to me, one to Mike, in separate envelopes, through the same door... I'm less inclined to give them my vote. Why? Waste of paper.

Ok, I know not everyone has easy access to the internet. And I know not everyone has the inclanataion to go look up what the different parties stand for (reading status updates on Facebook does not count, I'm sorry to say). And I know not everyone cares that this much paper is wasted (I'm not exactly the most environmentally conscious person but... seriously. Next time I'll save the leaflets and show you!). But what's wrong with producing one or two good quality (content-wise, I mean) leaflets, and trust that your party's policies are sound enough to persuade the doubters?

The party I ended up voting for didn't put anything through my door. Which was lucky, cos it was the party I was planning to vote for anyway. They won't win, but maybe they'll inspire some to be a tad greener.

Spring air.

It's lovely outside. A bit chilly now, but over the two long weekends we've just had (3 days work over 11 days... nice ratio I think!) it's been so gorgeous.

The lilacs are out, sweet smells overpowering everything apart from the smell of sun on skin. It's the best scent in the world. At least when it's on someone you happen to be close to.