aftermath
The party’s over, my friends…
I know, I know: I’ve been MIA for a week now. It’s like this: The past month was a total pleasureblur of fun and champagne and friends and love and luxury hotel rooms and strawberry blonde, broad shouldered, varsity rowers called Kevin…
The tail end was a lovely, peaceful stay with my family in Ireland. There were cows, and long drives along country roads, a trip to see Kung Fu Panda and inhale popcorn, days when I had cake up to four times within a 24 hour period, and very little in the way of booze or (aside from the four pieces of cake a day) other toxins.
Then, I came back to Blighty. Back to work, and back to earth with a bump…
Work was a whirlwind of shit, vague, yet urgent, demands, impossible requests and shifting targets. Home was somewhere we hadn’t really been for a month, with the resultant mess and chaos (and I am not good in chaos!). Depression set in, accompanied by a nasty health issue that has been occurring a little too often for my likes. By Wednesday, I was convinced my life had never been suck-ier. By Thursday, things were beginning to pick up: Work was a little less manic; home was beginning to settle down. By Friday, all felt a lot better.
A weekend filled with tidying the house (now tidy and non-chaotic), resting, writing ‘Thank You’ cards, Roasting a free-range chicken with Herbs de Provence, baking a Lime, Macadamia and coconut cake with Lime drizzle icing ( to test the beautiful cake slice my parents bought us for our 2nd anniversary), and snoozing with friends, has made me, once again, a happier chicken.
The health issue is abating, I’m back to the gym this week, work is something I’m dealing with (not brilliantly, but still…) and, if I get out of here soon, I’m off to see SEAL live. Not the ocean-dwelling mammal; the pop star.
I’m back. yay!