I am borrowing my format from the amazing May today, whom I believe will not mind because she is the most share-y person I know (that’s a good word, right? Share-y? Instead of generous, I mean, share-y will work?) but because it’s the best way to sum things up.
Item – It has not stopped raining here for weeks. That’s not actually an exaggeration. We are allegedly still living in drought restrictions with a hosepipe ban. The truth is it’s raining so goddamn much that a small playing field by the twins has been taken over by a puddle and said puddle is so large that ducks have moved into it. I really wish I were making that up. It hasn’t stopped raining for ages. I know you’re probably thinking “Hey, lady, you chose to move to a country renown for its rain!” (or maybe you don’t either think that or talk like a trucker, I don’t know). I just didn’t really realize it would be years before we had a summer.
Item – That above “Hi, I’m British!” type of paragraph is relevant here. Yes, everyone here talks about the weather. But for the first time, the weather is really, really dragging me down. I don’t have SAD (which I think is the go-to disorder to have these days (absolutely no disrespect to you if you have it)) as I bloody love the Autumn and Winter, when most people have it. I feel lethargic, grumpy, and apathetic. Or I would feel apathetic if I gave a shit*.
Item – Alastair and I are under such incredible work stress that it’s surreal. We are having trouble sleeping. We have prescription sleeping tablets, which so far only I have broken down and have taken (one).
Item – The hay fever clinical trial appears to be working. Sure, I have mouth ulcers, a burned esophagus and my tongue swells so badly I have to lean forward for a while lest I puke or suffocate, but still. Improvements had there as I’m not bleeding from the eyes and we are in hay fever season. Maybe it’s working, although I struggle a bit with the treatment – apparently the side effects I have are listed as “extremely rare”, although the consultant said one-third of us on the trial have these severe side effects. How can the side effects be “extremely rare” then? If 4 our of 5 dentists recommend Crest toothpaste, then are they the “extremely rare” minority in dentistry? I’ve been put on two crazy ass strong anti-histamines, which apparently are so strong that they can tranquilize and make docile horses. I am not only not tired to the point of needing sleeping pills, I am certainly not feeling docile. Clearly I am not Mr. Ed either.
Item – The bad news is, two weeks on from India and we are still suffering gastro-intestinal effects. “IreallyloveyoubabybutpleasegetoutIneedthetoiletrightnow” has become a legitimate vocabulary entry in the dictionary of our marriage.
Item – It’s a bank holiday today, so we’ve a day off. We had huge designs on garden, house, tidying…in the end, I think we just slogged through the weekend. We even went to B&Q (the UK equivalent of Home Depot) for it’s 20% off sale, and managed to find some brilliant Japanese screen doors for the garden, which we paid £8 each for (down from £50), but due to the weather and our sheer exhaustion, they’re just hanging around outside. We survived the rainy weekend (just) but our motivations are low in everything from DIY to painting our nails (that would be me on that one, not Alastair) to writing on the blog (again, that one is me). I need to stick a rocket up my backside.
Item – Then again last Saturday night I was home alone with two snoozing babies upstairs. In one hour, I wrote 34 pages. That may not surprise anyone who reads here and is familiar with my inability
to shut the fuck up to limit my verbosity.
Right. Enough stealing my blog formatting from May and moaning about irrelevant shit. If you need me, I’ll be facedown on the carpet, probably covered with moss.
* See what I did there?