Coughing and Planning

Today I've been home with a cold, enjoying the good company of Fisherman's Friend and Strepsils. The Agency had another unannounced viewing on my flat and I just about managed to put my pajamas trousers on before they came up. Shame on them!

Another thing that happened was I got the maps for my Scotland hike! I noticed that one of the areas I had planned to hike was a clearly marked DANGER AREA. I decided getting blown up by a bomb in the middle of the Highlands was a bad idea, and decided to change my route. I will fly up to Inverness, take the bus up to Durness, do some cave exploring, and then start hiking east down to Ben Hope and Ben Loyal, two mountains I aim to climb. I have about 5 days of hiking, then I will take the post bus back down to Inverness and fly home to Bristol. To everyone worried about me being out there alone, I can inform you I invited God to come walk with me. I will also walk pretty close to the coast and the lochs, which makes it easier to stay on track.

The coast by Durness

Ben Loyal, one of the mountains I aim to climb

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The International Balloon Fiasco

Josefine stayed with me last night, after being out for a superb dinner at MudDock. We were gonna get up early Saturday morning to go and see the release of a hundred hot air balloons at the International Balloon Fiesta. At 5:30 we got up, noticing that there is some rain in the air. We refused to be discouraged, took our bicycles and headed out anyway. By the time we got to our viewing spot it was pouring down and we were completely soaked. We hung around for a while keeping an eye on our watch, wondering, with a growing sense of failure, how long it takes for hot air balloons to ascend. We soon realised our defeat and decided to go looking for somewhere to go for breakfast. We found Beefeater, the restaurant at hotel Premier Inn, and went for a lovely breakfast buffe. The coffee and tea bringing some heat back to our frozen limbs was lovely. We stayed there, eating, chatting and drying for over 2 hours. When I got back home I drowned in my duvet. It is Saturday.

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Dreams of Holiday

Working two 14 hour shifts in a row, spending the night at work since going home would waste precious sleeping time, dreams of annual leave are not far awway. Last week of August I start my 2 weeks of Holiday. Me and Rachel have been talking about hitch hiking to Scotland and camp our way through the beautiful landscapes. Would be amazing, we would start off with a sign saying North. We would bring "human" poo bags, a tent, camera, sleeping bags, a set of extra clothes, a Travelers' Poems book and a small guitar.

Rachel has asked me to move in with her and I seriously consider her offer. I fear we would make it a madhouse  :)

Saturday is Red Carpet Party in Fishponds. We're all gonna dress up in nice dresses and suits and drink sparkling wine. Can hardly wait! 

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Reflex

Saturday night I was cykling home from work after another 14 hour shift. My body was aching, limbs heavy, head tired and my stomach screaming for food. I made it home at 10 pm, had some yoghurt and toast and headed for the shower. Too tired to do the bucket shower I poured myself a bath. Got dressed again and headed out to meet up with Veronica for a final night of dancing before she's moving back to Norway. We went to Reflex, Bristol's 80's club, and we rocked the dancefloor for 3 hours. Then walked to get something to eat and drink, had a chat and went home. Went to bed at 05.30, and had so been up for 24 hours, the amount of time resting in seated position probably not more than 4 hours in total. I got up at 09.30 on Sunday morning after 4 hours of rest, ready to head for church. I managed to stay awake without much struggle, went for a roast dinner with Riddle and then for the cinema to watch Inception. I think I'm ready for a nap by now! Best thing: I ain't got work tomorrow :)

It annoys me that as soon as a guy realises I'm not really into him he assumes I'm lesbian. They can be such idiots sometimes!

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The Free Bird Sighs.

The days pass and my life seems to consist of work and sleep. I am tired and the bird does not fly anymore. But the days will come when I will explore new roads and I will dance on the streets again. Days when worries are left in the past and the excitement of life is my future.

As for now, I will pack my bag and head off the same direction I take every day. The imprisonment of the hospital in Emersons Green. And looking through the window, I have a feeling I'll get there wet!


Han för mig till vatten där jag finner ro. Där jag finner ro.
Finner ro.

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Holiday With the Folks

Friday night was spent on the cold floors of Stansted Airport in London, Saturday I was back in the arms of my beloved family. I went back for a 4-day holiday, and it was some superb days. The sun was shining upon us and we spent the days by the sea; one of the ingredients in life I've been missing in Bristol. Me and dad took Wahoo out for the first time, making 23 knots at the fastest, nearly tipping over from the power of the wind, and I was reminded of why I love sailing. I've been playing beach volley, basketball with my brother, taken the dog for a swim and enjoyed the company of close and dear sisters. I enjoyed my mother's cooking, I woke up each morning to a fridge full of food, and I think I finished their supply of fruit  :) 

So, to say the least: Mum, Dad, Rut, Sara and Adam - I love you! (And Phille is a great bundle of joy...)

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Swedish Meatballs

Today I had to buy a new frying pan in order to make meatballs for 8 for the dinner at Scott's place this evening. Happily, everyone did not turn up and it was just me and 4 lads. The thing with boys is, they eat twice as much as gals so most of the food got eaten anyway.

My dear friend Rachel is trying to persuade me into moving in with her, and she's doing quite a good job. The main issue is the location, which is not ideal for me getting to work and to my regular hang-outs. I'm giving it some time to see where things land. Living with her would be quite a journey though, things always get intense and we always get way excited about everything when we get together.

Big Hurray for St Pauls Carnival that was happening in my neighbourhoods last Saturday. Lots of music, colour and grilled chicken. They played loud drum & base on my street, flat vibrating and me trying to sleep for work next day. Might be a reason why my colleages thought I looked like I had been working the night shift when I arrived in the morning  :)


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