Oy vey
It's been a busy ol week.
I saw my mammy on Wednesday night, as I do every week. On Thursday night we had an unexpected trip to the vet with Coco, who was looking decidedly peaky.* On Friday I went to see Swan Lake on ice (which was spectacular), and yesterday afternoon we went to a lovely stationery shop and met the nicest girl ever, who's going to make wedding invitations like the ones I fell in love with, for a fraction of the price. I'm considering asking her if she'll marry me, instead of the Boy. She wouldn't fart in Tesco and blame it on me.
*She's fine now. In fact, she was fine about 10 minutes after we got her home from the vet, the little bisom.
Last night I went out with the Drama Queen, and what seemed like half the population of Brussels, to celebrate her birthday. I met the lovely Petifilou, and Phoenix (currently blog-free but hopefully not for long). It was the first time I've met other bloggers - Queenie doesn't count as she is a pre-blog friend - and it was lovely to meet them and put a face to the online persona. I was a little nervous because it's a unique experience - it's weird to know so much about people you've never met, and for them to know about you, and then to be in a room with them for the first time. But it's nice too, it kind of felt like the four of us were part of a secret society. Apart from Queenie and the Boy, none of my friends know about my blog so I didn't really know what to expect, meeting other bloggers in the company of people who don't know about this part of my life. But it was fine. And then of course, I had to start talking about farting didn't I - one area where my online persona and my real personality converge.**
**Honestly though, there was a guy in the pub on Saturday night that must've had some kind of condition. One drawback to the smoking ban - BO and other people's farts. Bleeurgh.
Today the Boy and I pottered about the house and garden and ate lots of nice food. I'm pleased to report that my carrots have sprouted. I went out to water them with my pink elephant today (which is not a euphemism, my watering can is shaped like an elephant), and was highly excited to see some green shoots coming through. Hopefully the shoots are actual carrots, and not weeds, but we shall see. I meant to take a picture as proof but by the time I remembered it was dark, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
My bed has fresh sheets on it, and I'm about to start a new book. If only I didn't have to get up for work tomorrow it would be perfect.
I saw my mammy on Wednesday night, as I do every week. On Thursday night we had an unexpected trip to the vet with Coco, who was looking decidedly peaky.* On Friday I went to see Swan Lake on ice (which was spectacular), and yesterday afternoon we went to a lovely stationery shop and met the nicest girl ever, who's going to make wedding invitations like the ones I fell in love with, for a fraction of the price. I'm considering asking her if she'll marry me, instead of the Boy. She wouldn't fart in Tesco and blame it on me.
*She's fine now. In fact, she was fine about 10 minutes after we got her home from the vet, the little bisom.
Last night I went out with the Drama Queen, and what seemed like half the population of Brussels, to celebrate her birthday. I met the lovely Petifilou, and Phoenix (currently blog-free but hopefully not for long). It was the first time I've met other bloggers - Queenie doesn't count as she is a pre-blog friend - and it was lovely to meet them and put a face to the online persona. I was a little nervous because it's a unique experience - it's weird to know so much about people you've never met, and for them to know about you, and then to be in a room with them for the first time. But it's nice too, it kind of felt like the four of us were part of a secret society. Apart from Queenie and the Boy, none of my friends know about my blog so I didn't really know what to expect, meeting other bloggers in the company of people who don't know about this part of my life. But it was fine. And then of course, I had to start talking about farting didn't I - one area where my online persona and my real personality converge.**
**Honestly though, there was a guy in the pub on Saturday night that must've had some kind of condition. One drawback to the smoking ban - BO and other people's farts. Bleeurgh.
Today the Boy and I pottered about the house and garden and ate lots of nice food. I'm pleased to report that my carrots have sprouted. I went out to water them with my pink elephant today (which is not a euphemism, my watering can is shaped like an elephant), and was highly excited to see some green shoots coming through. Hopefully the shoots are actual carrots, and not weeds, but we shall see. I meant to take a picture as proof but by the time I remembered it was dark, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
My bed has fresh sheets on it, and I'm about to start a new book. If only I didn't have to get up for work tomorrow it would be perfect.
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What a great week. I love the fresh sheets and new book feeling, and I'm about to revel in it myself. I'd better hurry, it's almost Monday!
P.S. Will take your word for it on the carrots.
Bizarre - for some reason I had it in my head that there was a little gang of you pre-bloggers not just you and DQ, all from the same place.
Smoking ban - bah humbug, that rules out a trip to Edinburgh then *lights a cigarette and wanders off*
I'm still dithering about the Edinburgh blog-meet next month. Part of me really wants to go, part of me is very unsure. I suspect it would be less daunting if I actually knew someone who was going, but only a handful of "real" people know about my blog, and even they don't know where to find it.
We have a local holiday in the north today, hurrah! It's a lovely sunny day, but I'm sitting in my pyjamas watching Philip and Fern test waterproof mascaras...
Ooh, I'd forgotten about the proposed blogmeet. I'm currently apprehensive. I think I'd be more inclined to go if there were fewer people going - what seems like a guest list of several hundred people just seems a little intimidating.
But yay for fantasmic weekends!
OOH! We have a pink elephant watering can too!
yes - work tends to get in the way of having fun. what's this about a blog meet?
Melissa - it is a nice feeling, but unfortunately it didn't work out as planned. See today's post. Zzzz.
Goth - Not a fan of the smoke-free bars then?! Smoke DOES smell marginally better than old-man-fart, I have to admit.
Cat/Hannah - I'll be on holiday so I won't be able to go, but I feel the same way. Next time maybe we could do a pre-blogmeet-blogmeet and go together... Good ol Phil, did he suit the mascara?
Timbo - Oh, oh! Does yours have googly eyes too?!
James - stoopid work. There's a blogmeet, apparently. I can't remember who's organising it or I'd post a link. Gordon Maclean maybe? Cat'll tell you. As I said though, I can't go as I'll be sailing over the sea to Skye.
Was the man with the BO a friend of mine?
Hello Queenie, hope you had a good return journey. Farting Man was in Frankenstein's before we met you. That's why I was so happy we didn't stay!
Hello Teeny, thank you for liking me (humble voice). I too was apprehensive, but all worked out well I think.
Pol always told me NOT to meet any bloggers in case it spoilt the illusion, but in the case of you and Phoenix it was inevitable. And I've not been disappointed yet.
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