It never stops here. The grey, wet, cold streets turn my stomach.
Feeling homesick this week, really need to find a job or I think I’ll lose my head. It actually feels like everyone in the city has a purpose and are going about their daily lives but I’m suspended in time. <shudder>
I’m going slightly mad I think. The weekends are fine. Last weekend we got a bit smashed with our new friend from kildare and two guys that work with Keith on Friday, drove to Utrecht and had something to eat with savage hangovers on Saturday and went for hedonism and drinks with Kildare on Sunday night- note to self: NOT something I want a repeat performance of……
So this week we ‘ave been mostly abstaining from drinking. It’s worked out quite well actually. Apart from when Jason is here next week (coming for a small holiday and to keep me occupied), I think we’ll probably do it in future.
This weekend we are going to the beerfest in the Fiddler, visiting IKEA to get a new mattress because the one we have is like a pile of shredded newspaper, maybe going skiing and going to see some Red Bull motocross rally in Scheveningen.
Waiting for the !ӣ$%^&*ing agent to show up now to traipse some more potential buyers the house. Argh.
Una xxx
