A sorry state of affairs
How embarrassing. Both SimonG and Alistair have blogged more recently than me. My excuse is that I've been rather busy, so here's the edited highlights.
Once I'd recovered from the Meet, I settled into a very pleasant first week of the holidays doing not a great deal. Things that had been on my to-do list for a while included getting a haircut:
and signing up with a dentist. I'm going back to the dentist tomorrow, so if I never blog again it's because the drill went all the way into my brain and killed me. I also had my annual contact lens checkup where the optician decided I had solution allergy (I'm part of the problem, apparently) and switched me to some scary peroxide stuff in an orange bottle. I have to take all my unopened bottles of solution back to the opticians to swap.
Once all the boring mundane stuff was out of the way, I went to Sardinia for four days with a mate from work. The weather was fantastic, and I had my first swim in the Med, and ate lots of pizza. On returning to England, where the weather was not nearly so pleasant, I attended a whirl of parties, and then had a few days of being looked after by my mummy. I'm rarely in Lincolnshire for more than a day or so at a time these days, and I usually have Sam in tow, so it was strange to have my mum practically to myself for so long, and it left me feeling stupidly nostalgic and wishing I was sixteen again. Eventually I had to drag myself away from being cooked for and come back to pack for my next holiday.
So last Friday Sam and I flew to Cologne for the weekend. We went with Germanwings, who were about ten billion times better than Ryanair. We stayed at the Intercontinental hotel which was lovely, and were really well looked after. I took photos with my proper camera so I can't share any until I've been to Boots to get them developed and scanned the best ones in, but most of the pictures will be of animals at the zoo anyway. Why didn't anyone tell me how fab zoos can be? There were Flamingoes! And Zebra! And an Elephant did a poo and a wee. We climbed the tower of the cathedral and I nearly passed out about half way up, and had to stop in an alcove with my feet in the air until I felt better. I learned to speak a little bit of German, but Sam dusted off his GCSE phrases and did most of the talking. On the way home, Germanwings tried to send us to Heathrow instead, but when we explained that we lived 15 minutes from Stansted so it *really* wasn't convenient, they put us on the much smaller plane which was going as scheduled to Stansted.
And that brings you up to date with wot I did on my holibobs. Still a week and a bit left until I go back, and in that time I'm going up to Durham with Sam to see his folks, and then starting to think about maybe getting back into the frame of mind to do some teaching. Bugger.
Once I'd recovered from the Meet, I settled into a very pleasant first week of the holidays doing not a great deal. Things that had been on my to-do list for a while included getting a haircut:
and signing up with a dentist. I'm going back to the dentist tomorrow, so if I never blog again it's because the drill went all the way into my brain and killed me. I also had my annual contact lens checkup where the optician decided I had solution allergy (I'm part of the problem, apparently) and switched me to some scary peroxide stuff in an orange bottle. I have to take all my unopened bottles of solution back to the opticians to swap.
Once all the boring mundane stuff was out of the way, I went to Sardinia for four days with a mate from work. The weather was fantastic, and I had my first swim in the Med, and ate lots of pizza. On returning to England, where the weather was not nearly so pleasant, I attended a whirl of parties, and then had a few days of being looked after by my mummy. I'm rarely in Lincolnshire for more than a day or so at a time these days, and I usually have Sam in tow, so it was strange to have my mum practically to myself for so long, and it left me feeling stupidly nostalgic and wishing I was sixteen again. Eventually I had to drag myself away from being cooked for and come back to pack for my next holiday.
So last Friday Sam and I flew to Cologne for the weekend. We went with Germanwings, who were about ten billion times better than Ryanair. We stayed at the Intercontinental hotel which was lovely, and were really well looked after. I took photos with my proper camera so I can't share any until I've been to Boots to get them developed and scanned the best ones in, but most of the pictures will be of animals at the zoo anyway. Why didn't anyone tell me how fab zoos can be? There were Flamingoes! And Zebra! And an Elephant did a poo and a wee. We climbed the tower of the cathedral and I nearly passed out about half way up, and had to stop in an alcove with my feet in the air until I felt better. I learned to speak a little bit of German, but Sam dusted off his GCSE phrases and did most of the talking. On the way home, Germanwings tried to send us to Heathrow instead, but when we explained that we lived 15 minutes from Stansted so it *really* wasn't convenient, they put us on the much smaller plane which was going as scheduled to Stansted.
And that brings you up to date with wot I did on my holibobs. Still a week and a bit left until I go back, and in that time I'm going up to Durham with Sam to see his folks, and then starting to think about maybe getting back into the frame of mind to do some teaching. Bugger.
posted by Fluffy at 7:40 pm
2 Comments:
hey! I resemble that remark! suggesting I'm like simong indeed, I'm a FAR worse blogger :)
Dentist bad! I have run out of dentist insurance and will now have to pay for own torture.
Swimming in the Med? Aint life good?
My mum not in a good way.
Haircut pretty: has Sam popped the question yet?
Glad I failed my PGCE.
We have our own plane (it seems) every time we fly from Exeter
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