December 4, 2009

• Ready for a holiday

  So ready.  My temper is too frayed, my Guides are ungrateful and seem to eat paint the way I eat chocolate (so I am not doing Guides next term. Just Brownies. I do not feel guilty about this at all, merely relieved), I am tired, I am bitchy, I am not at top form, I have dry skin and my scalp is flaking off.  I cannot concentrate.  I itch.

  I have mostly packed (I need to do my traditional pre-flight mega wash, and then I can put my shampoo in), I have checked in, found my passport, printed off my insurance details, sorted out my in flight entertainment (one pair of mittens to knit, one book, one download of The Camomile Lawn).

  My flat is more-or-less tidy for once, I have been well-and-truly hugged and kissed by my Welshman at the tube station last night, work is pretty up to date, with an interesting project on the horizon.

  I know what I need to bring back (vaguely), but, really, I am mostly looking forward to doing absolutely nothing for three days at least.  Then shopping or whatever else can happen.  However, I need to be out of action until Tuesday night so that the sanity can come back, the sleep can be caught up, and some serious knitting can be done.

  2009 has kicked too many of us about - 2008 wasn't very much better, but seemed to be slightly less cancerous. I do hope 2010 has some redeeming qualities, but I suspect it won't.  Pessimist that I am.

  xxx

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