It's been a busy month of doing nothing but working and the gym, and also working.
Have I mentioned working?
Staying in a hotel room alone is nowhere near as much fun as staying in a hotel room with Monkey.
In a nice place.
In another country.
But there you go...work must be done.
Also apparently...as it turns out....tasting ammonia when working out doesn't mean your are dying. It means you are messing up your metabolic gizzards.
Thank-you doctor Mel for keeping me straight on that one.
And thank-you to all my friends who suggested it was a direct result of:
- overdosing on hair dye (Monkey)
- licking zombies
- doesn't matter because you are definitely dying now
Assholes, the lot of you.
So now begins a week off and I CANNOT WAIT.....I will post pics when we are back to reality. But until then...
I killed some of my seedlings. Which was a given. But some of the others are living.
Which is most excellent.
We now have deck chairs.
Lounging deck chairs for our beautiful deck that overlooks the
I fell asleep on one. With crop pants on. And now I look like I'm wearing a perpetual pair of red socks.
Monkey climbed a mountain for charity.
He came home broken.
We are both peeling. Unsexy.
Do you know why we are peeling? Glasgow was +30'c last week. All the white people turned red.
I am more white than most.
I spent my entire last Sunday in a water fight with children.
So, moving outside of Glasgow city centre has had it's perks in that I see less prostitutes and vomit on a daily basis.
But now I pretty much just see....rural life. Sheep and such. Which is good for me...but gives me much less blog fodder.
Also, have I mentioned I'm working alot? That.