London Daytrip

Instagrammed collage of the day

Last Thursday, my dad and sister were in London, and I came down on the train to see them. Some would say I'm mad. It's something of a train journey, after all! But it's nice to see my family, and who would say no to a nice day in London, so I went. I managed to secure some cheap 1st class train tickets the night before (seriously - the price difference was £3.50), so I had a nice, comfy seat with a big table, loads of space, and free tea, sandwich, crisps and wifi. I also had bought Glamour magazine for the journey, which really isn't half bad for a girlie mag. It actually has some text in it. 

After meeting at London Euston, we got a bus back to their hotel in Kensington, got coffees at Starbucks, and sat around in their hotel room talking for a few hours. Then we headed out, perfectly timed for the London Rush Hour experience, and went to Covent Garden. We had a little walk around, without actually buying anything for once. Did take some photos though. I was using my phone, as I have been pretty much all month, and got my sister to take a couple of pictures of my outfit, as I was feeling pretty stylish in a leather trenchcoat, black wedged boots, and a mod target handbag. You know, since the sixties are once again back in fashion. 

Photo courtesy of my sister, who had her camera with her.

After a quick dinner, I went back on the train. I was too full to accept my complementary sandwich, so instead, I enjoyed a glass of white wine on the journey back, while thinking about how lucky I am to have such a great family, how good it would be to get home, and how much I miss being in London. I think I need a weekend at the moon some time before long, so time to start saving I suppose!

In Defence of Walking

Look, I'm a walker. I'll walk pretty much everywhere if I can, and anything less than 1 hour is what I consider walking distance. And people tend to think I'm craaaazy. Yeah, maybe I am. But there are reasons.

I like being in control. If I walk, I am in control. I know when to go and when I'll get there, and don't have to depend on anyone else.

I also hate to stand and wait. This is why I can't stand the bus. Standing and waiting is wasting time. Walking might take longer, but because I'm actively in the process of moving, it doesn't feel like that time is wasted.

Not to mention it is time to myself, to listen to music and think. Sometimes it is necessary to be alone and have time with your thoughts. It is essential for creative processes, and it's just nice.

And did I mention exercise? That too.

14 Days of Love instagram challenge

So here it is, a photo a day!

1. Colour

2. Book

3. Music

4. Time of Day

5. Memory

6. Cookie

7. Possession

8. Hobby

9. Pet

10. Collection

11. Clothing 

12. Movie

13. Quote

14. Yourself

When Life Is Good

Right now, I feel like there's nothing to blog about, simply because things are going alright. I'm not enraged by anything. Not annoyed. Not super excited, either. Things are simply... progressing, steadily, and I'm adjusting to a new role in life, a new purpose, a new identity. I'm doing an instagram challenge, and will represent my new workplace in a pancake race tomorrow. I have prepared by spending an hour today learning to flip pancakes.

A Bloody Issue

I have now spent the last 2 1/2 days in a state of agony. The pain is almost impossible to describe, if I were to have a go it would be like someone is trying to tear my spine in two using brute force and constant pressure. It hurts to walk, stand, bend, sit and lie down. Certain tablets do help, but fail to completely eliminate the pain. Lucky for me, I've had almost a week off work, so most of this could be spent at home, in bed, feeling sorry for myself and wishing I had some ice cream. Next time I may not be as lucky.

So the question is: when are periods going to be recognised as a chronic illness?

So I do realize that for some women it's not really much of an issue at all. At least that's what feminine hygiene product ads would have us believe. But for others, such as myself, that's bullsh*t. Feel confident on your period? Ha. I'd be lucky to feel functional on my periods. I dread the day I'll have to pose as a useful member of society during this time, because I feel so reduced compared to my usual self. Not only am I in pain, I also get terribly depressed, and something in my brain seems to just stop working. I get confused, logic goes out the window, and I feel a strange and disturbing urge to watch romantic comedies and cry.

I don't have time for this nonsense. I now declare myself a man and expect to stop having periods. Or maybe I'm a tree. Yeah. I'm a tree.