I was on the phone with CH. tonight, she needed my personal info to arrange her wedding next year since I will be her bridesmaid, when the neighbour rang the door bell to tell AS. that he accepted his offer. Isn’t it great? We are now in business of buying the house and I’m very excited about it. It does mean I will have to fly back to the Lowlands at some point to collect my furniture and other things.
I will also have to paint a lot and redecorate but that will be a pleasure! But first dealing with xMas and new year.
Gosh it’s gonna be a busy year next year…
ps went to GP this morning, results are fine, I’ve finished the antibiotics but have to wait for a referral letter for the hospital and pick it up tomorrow morning. GP wants scans first. I had to see the nurse twice today. Also got a flu vaccination, which was far more painful than in the Lowlands, my arm is completely numb and stiff but I don’t care; we have a house!!!
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Taste Buds
I killed my taste buds licking stamps just now. I’m slightly recovered from the crime scene observation although still curious to know what was going on. I should be in bed but I had a terrible week of sleep; tossing and turning night after night. It’s best to spend a bit of time getting the stuff ready to send off tomorrow morning on my way to the GP.
Since I only received one xMas card from the Lowlands so far, I decided to send a few more than that to friends and relatives just to make a statement. The number seems to be decreasing each year somehow. I reckon sending xMas cards seems to be out of fashion these days. Or perhaps the stamps in the Lowlands have become too expensive since I left.
So I’ll only send cards to those who are close to me and relatives; my aunt and uncle up north, my uncle down south. Plus my mother and brothers but only because they will refuse to send me one and I will not sink to such depths myself. I spent half the weekend on fixing parcels, one for an ex colleague, one for my aunt, one for my mum and one for my little niece who is only 4 months old.
I’ve printed 104 photos for my mum and cut them all on the right size to fit a golden gift box, wrote a long letter with an explanation of each photo [mostly a description of my new life here in London, where we live, what the house looks like etc.], wrapped each of three packages of photos in golden tissue paper with a ribbon and placed them in the box.
I don’t care what will happen to the photos, I tried my best. A. said: you have made such an effort and put so much work into it, if that won’t be appreciated than I don’t know what else you could do. I guess I don’t have any expectations, or try not to have them since I will only become disappointed in the end.
Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I will try my best to be me and won’t change my ways. I will not stop sending cards, any card… I will not stop sending emails, any mail just because I moved country or I do not share someone’s opinion, reasons… you name it. So there fore I’m now stuck with a nasty taste in my mouth.
Don’t worry it’s just the stamps… I ain’t bitching or anything 