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Had a weird and wonderful up and down of a week.
Weekend was most definitely the wonderful bit. Friday Flock was hugely bouncy and while I don't have a clear memory of all of it, I didn't fall over and I don't think I tried to kill anyone and I didn't attempt to run away to Scarborough. Which is always good. And people actually dressed up and I was a most comely pirate wench and had my monkey molested.
The murder dinner was a huge success, although I can't say who did it or Trish would kill me. And you'd all know it was Trish that did it, so there wouldn't even be any mystery. But people played their parts amazingly, and vast quantities of wine were consumed, and everyone who hadn't met before seemed to get along and all have a time that was spiffing and top hole and all kinds of silly phrases that mean "good"
And Sunday I spent all day reading which I never get to do nowadays. And Sheep in the evening was nicely mellow and had suprise cake and people who couldn't be there on Friday.
I was exceedingly restrained and managed to save my presents till the Monday, to many people's amazement (Well, I didn't want to use up all the birthdayness before the actual day) And I got some wonderful things including a scary-faced bag, an even scarier fish, giant purple glowing things, a stealth dvd, Eeyorey goodness, sweeties and chocolates and lollipops and lullabys, and books and books and books tokens and more books. And a haircut.
(One of the books was the most glorious selection of weird trivia ever. You may have noticed the subject line, and pondered upon it deeply? All of my headlines are going to be quotes from this book from now on for ever and ever and ever, or until I forget)
For my birthday itself I did some gardening and bought yet more books and lush goodies and totally failed to put any shelves up.
Birthday night started as a bit of an anticlimax, as after all the people around at the weekend hardly anyone made it to the pub for my actual birthday (I think cos the weekend killed most of them) However this was compensated for by Ross turning up in spite of it also being his Dad's birthday the same night, and buying me a whole bottle of wine all to myself :-) And Kris escaping work on time in spite of them being busy and having a nostalgic wander in Hyde Park in the dark and a delicious meal in a little Italian just down the road. And we got put in the window too, therefore proving that we is the beautiful peoples *beam* And then coming home to lots of lovely birthday messages.
The down came most definitely on the day after my birthday. Yesterday was a horrendously bad day as the normal post-birthday blues got compounded by a terrible eczema flare-up and not being able to move at all, and spending the day panic-stricken that the UV treatment wasn't going to work, and I'd never get any relief. (It's not ever going to be "better" better, but just a teeny tiny break from the hurting and itching would be nice) Nurse at the hospital today told me that it's not that unusual to get flare-ups early on in the treatment while your skin adapts though, so feel slightly better, and went into work, cried cos I felt so rotten, got given more birthday presents, and actually managed to spend a whole day in after I'd planned to run away making me feel more human and my boss think I'm superwoman.
And nobody at work could believe I was 27 - they all though I was 22 or 23. I am choosing to take this as a compliment ;-)
Still exceedingly itchy and painful but am trying to ignore it. Am now going to cook lasagne.
And in three days will be in Amsterdam with the most wonderful not-da-boyfriend in the world :-)
Weekend was most definitely the wonderful bit. Friday Flock was hugely bouncy and while I don't have a clear memory of all of it, I didn't fall over and I don't think I tried to kill anyone and I didn't attempt to run away to Scarborough. Which is always good. And people actually dressed up and I was a most comely pirate wench and had my monkey molested.
The murder dinner was a huge success, although I can't say who did it or Trish would kill me. And you'd all know it was Trish that did it, so there wouldn't even be any mystery. But people played their parts amazingly, and vast quantities of wine were consumed, and everyone who hadn't met before seemed to get along and all have a time that was spiffing and top hole and all kinds of silly phrases that mean "good"
And Sunday I spent all day reading which I never get to do nowadays. And Sheep in the evening was nicely mellow and had suprise cake and people who couldn't be there on Friday.
I was exceedingly restrained and managed to save my presents till the Monday, to many people's amazement (Well, I didn't want to use up all the birthdayness before the actual day) And I got some wonderful things including a scary-faced bag, an even scarier fish, giant purple glowing things, a stealth dvd, Eeyorey goodness, sweeties and chocolates and lollipops and lullabys, and books and books and books tokens and more books. And a haircut.
(One of the books was the most glorious selection of weird trivia ever. You may have noticed the subject line, and pondered upon it deeply? All of my headlines are going to be quotes from this book from now on for ever and ever and ever, or until I forget)
For my birthday itself I did some gardening and bought yet more books and lush goodies and totally failed to put any shelves up.
Birthday night started as a bit of an anticlimax, as after all the people around at the weekend hardly anyone made it to the pub for my actual birthday (I think cos the weekend killed most of them) However this was compensated for by Ross turning up in spite of it also being his Dad's birthday the same night, and buying me a whole bottle of wine all to myself :-) And Kris escaping work on time in spite of them being busy and having a nostalgic wander in Hyde Park in the dark and a delicious meal in a little Italian just down the road. And we got put in the window too, therefore proving that we is the beautiful peoples *beam* And then coming home to lots of lovely birthday messages.
The down came most definitely on the day after my birthday. Yesterday was a horrendously bad day as the normal post-birthday blues got compounded by a terrible eczema flare-up and not being able to move at all, and spending the day panic-stricken that the UV treatment wasn't going to work, and I'd never get any relief. (It's not ever going to be "better" better, but just a teeny tiny break from the hurting and itching would be nice) Nurse at the hospital today told me that it's not that unusual to get flare-ups early on in the treatment while your skin adapts though, so feel slightly better, and went into work, cried cos I felt so rotten, got given more birthday presents, and actually managed to spend a whole day in after I'd planned to run away making me feel more human and my boss think I'm superwoman.
And nobody at work could believe I was 27 - they all though I was 22 or 23. I am choosing to take this as a compliment ;-)
Still exceedingly itchy and painful but am trying to ignore it. Am now going to cook lasagne.
And in three days will be in Amsterdam with the most wonderful not-da-boyfriend in the world :-)
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A belated happy birthday by the way, didn't get a chnace to say hi at the Flock!
:)
*huggles*
now what do you want?
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don't get all disheartened, it will work, you'll see! i only have 2 more treatments to go and it's made a big difference and i'm sure it will for you too. just don't let them burn you and use lots of cream afterwards.
love
sally
xxx