Monday, July 28

Blee and double blee

Some people go on Spa weekends for their hen night. Others jet off for a fancy weekend in the Marbella sunshine or cosy up with friends and food in a cute little cottage in the country.

My friend Jenny, lovely and amazing and fabulous though she is, decided to take us on an assault course. In the mud. On a wet weekend in winter.

I'd almost erased it from my memory, until this photo appeared on Facebook earlier today (I don't really get Facebook, but I like looking at people's photos on it).

Now it's all coming back to me... my fingers were so numb from the cold that I couldn't undo my trousers to get them off, the smelly stream I landed head first in was downstream of a field of cows and full of their stinky poo, my legs were still covered in bruises at the wedding three weeks later...

And day two? This involved more cold water, this time doing this. But me and my mate H had had enough of being cold and wet. As the other girls threw themselves into the icy swollen river, we sat on a grassy bank ogling the not-too-hard-on-the-eye, black-haired, blue-eyed 20-something instructor - her smoking a fag, me eating a tube of Pringles.

Sunday, July 20

Can you have it all?

So, I haven't blogged for almost a month. Why? Work, work and more work. I wouldn't mind, but I am actually very workshy. I want less work and more freedom in my life. I've been promoted in the part-time job, the freelance stuff had gone bonkers, so I find myself working all day, coming home, putting Mini Meep to bed, then working all night. Then off to bed and it all starts again.

And that's not to mention the house, which is quite literally a building site, covered in scaffolding and surrounded by a cloud of dust, which has worked its way through every tiny gap so that everything inside is covered in a thin layer of grime. So when I'm not working on work, I'm painting, sanding, varnishing, stripping (wallpaper, not myself).

I haven't seen my friends, I haven't read much, I haven't watched films, I haven't been on long walks with Blod, I haven't been to the beach. Blimey, I even had - and I can't believe I'm going to admit this - about 2cms of underarm hair growth. Blee.

I like my job, I'm happy that I have a 'skill' that people want to pay me for, I'm, chuffed to bits to have this house in this lovely village that will be fab when it's finished (in about 2012). But there is so much other stuff I want to do too.

I want:
To study meditation
To get fit again
To have more babies
To do an art class
To have a beautiful garden (no sniggering at the back)
To improve my Welsh
To write my blog more
To learn Spanish
To do a creative writing class
To get back into swimming
To do more photography modules
To get into yoga
To bake more
To make fig jam from the figs in the garden
To write a book
To read more books
To go back to volunteering
To make summer pudding with the raspberries and redcurrants in my garden
To learn to sing
To visit Italy
To do a road trip in America
To take a dance class
To learn to sew
To live by the sea
To save up and buy a campervan
To go back to Thailand
To visit Vietnam
To grow most of my own veg
To teach

Life is just so full of possibilities - how on earth are you meant to fit everything in? And how do you do everything you want to do a)well and b) mindfully? I think I need a guru.

But for this year? Finish the house is the priority. And get fit. And do another photography course. And do more cooking.