A royally good piece of cake

My royal wedding treat

Last day at work

Today was my last day at work.

Goodbyes are not something that I handle well. In fact, despite my somewhat hard exterior, deep down I’m a big fat sook. Movies, weddings, leaving a job, saying goodbye to people. I’m absolutely useless.

It’s embarrassing sitting at your disk with a red snotty nose and red puffy eyes, tears streaming down your face. But here’s the thing, whether it’s your last day of work, your parents dropping you at the airport, or saying goodbye to a romance on the banks of the Thames – no matter what the circumstances, it is very, very hard to say goodbye to people you love, not knowing when or if you’ll see them again.

So apologies for the tears, but the fact is, I’ll miss you guys dammit.

Counting the sleeps

When we are younger, we eagerly count down the sleeps until Christmas, Birthdays, Easter etc. And why not? They are exciting events and worth looking forward to!

But as we get older, we stop.  I’m not sure why, but I think it adds to the excitement. I love knowing that when I go to bed tonight and wake up tomorrow, I'll be one day closer.

I’m so excited that I’m nearly peeing my pants, and raised eyebrows be damned, I’ll count down the sleeps if I want.

3 = the number of sleeps until work is finished and I am officially unemployed

9 = the number of sleeps left until I fly off on my new adventure on the other side of the world

17 = the number of sleeps left until a very special reunion

In the world of emoticons, I’m colon + capital d. :D

Packing Conversations #2

Ma: Your not keeping that are you?

Me: This is my sexy Dorothy outfit from The Vale’s “What did you want to be when you grew up party”

Ma: raises eyebrows

Me: You never know when fancy dress will come in handy

Ma: raises eyebrows

Ma: What is that on it?

Me: Hmmm. Jack Daniels stains most likely.

Ma: shakes head in dismay

Verdict: Op Shop it is. 

Packing Conversations

Ma: Your not keeping that are you?

Me: Of course I am! It’s my beer drinking hat

Ma: raises eyebrows

Me: It’s from Oktoberfest! From the greatest week of my life!

Ma: raises eyebrows

Me: It’s a proper German beer hat! I paid 20 Euros for it!

Ma: Well that was money well spent

Me: puts German Beer Hat on and proceed to wear it whilst packing for the rest of the morning in protest

Verdict: Keep forever and ever