If life had gone according to plan, right about now I would be shopping up a retail storm in our fair capital, strutting round all the shops that I had plans to visit, that only exist in London and not anywhere else. Instead, cos my life is seemingly sucky, I am stuck at home having been struck down by yet another mystery virus/bug that I seem a specialist in picking up; usually around the time that I'm supposed to be doing something really really exciting and that I've looked forward to for ages.
I am doom and gloom personified, readers. And to make it even worse, I found out that if I'd rung up the train ticket people yesterday, before my journey should have been, I would have been able to get my ticket transferred. ARSE! However, as Wavey kindly pointed out, no point grrr-ing at myself, as 'to be fair' I was spending rather a lot of time yesterday with my head over the toilet bowl so phoning the peeps who run the trains was not high on my priority list.
There are some benefits. Whilst everyone else is freezing their arses off in our arctic February temperatures, I've been living in vest tops as am absolutely boiling. And all that chocolate that I've eaten over the past few weeks has kinda disappeared. And I've probably saved myself a small fortune by missing the retail storm, even though I really really wanted that skirt from Urban Outfitters, and the Jo Malone perfume that I spent ages to-ing and fro-ing over before deciding to buy it despite its luxury status, and those other funky boutiques that would have had me drooling...trying to find a positive spin, hope you're all getting that there.
The reason that I'm so incredibly gutted is that I was supposed to be seeing my London peeps. Timotei is having her baby in 2 months and the life we knew and loved before will never be the same. And MB and Chops, the 3 of us haven't been together for years, we would have had such a riot. Blub blub, sob sob. I know there's more important things happening in the world but I'm going to let myself be sad, for a little while anyway xx
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3 comments:
Ah don't be sad, think of the inches lost and the money saved, and get better soon, and tell all those southerners that they shall just have to live it large up north and visit a poorly sick dizz!
Rxxx
Oh no! Poor old you. Apparently since I was patient zero it's all my fault? But I am down in the big smoke on Monday, and I'll have a wee bit of time to spare, can I pick anything up for you?
Cx
Awww. That is so sad!
The last two times I was sick = my birthday and during a visit from one of my best friends from across the country. I know how that sucks!
Feel better soon, dear.
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