After the mental past few weeks (ill explain in a biz) I am ready to get myself together & organised.
To start with, this joke of a blog.
I promise on all the Haribo's
First things first. Why I have been so manically busy...
It all started when I worked three and a half weeks without a day off.
For the first part I was on my work placement at a beautiful wedding venue working in the events offices. And I loved it. So blady much! Even working unpaid (bummer) it was amazing.
I'm quite a nervous/shy/major awks person so they probably just thought I was some imbecile that found even the smallest things incredible.
However, it was brill. My dream job (so far). Who wouldn't want to work a place where flowers and a glass of prosecco are a daily must?
But theeeeeeeeeeeen my other half got ill. Really really ill. Was all a bit horrific. This meant for the three and a bit weeks I would be working in the day then going to hospital at night. All got very mundane, but I probably shouldn't feel too sorry for myself when he is the one being jabbed and prodded and having things jammed in him.
He is being so ridiculously brave thought & I am so so proud of him!
He was let out of hospital for a bit, thinking it was all dandy, then it happened again. This time, I rushed to be by his side, only to faint. Not once. Oh no. TWICE. This resulted in all of the doctors & nurses to rush around me, leaving him in the lurch with this *thing* hanging from his guts. I banged my head though and it really really hurts. BOOOO. Am still awaiting my huge delivery of sympathy cards.
So yes. After my unnecessary bambelling (ramble x babble) the conclusion is -
He is still in hospital looking worse than a Dementor - a lil' Harry Potter love.
I have a week off. To see him & get my oh so sore head straight.
Oh yes & Liz is still in American having a marvy time.