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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The Amazing Trip to Glastonbury!

Tuesday it is, and Frida went to work not knowing it was her day off! Maybe just as good, after spending the whole Monday in bed (except for a short breakfast break). Let me tell you why...

Thursday last week was horrendous, I felt sick on and off all day, couldn't eat anything at all after lunch break (which being me says a lot). Work was as busy as ever, I was tired and one of the patients was so rude she made me cry. I came home, several messages to have me call Dave from Zazu's kitchen urgently. He had organised for me to get in to Glastonbury and needed to know whether or not I wanted to go. Feeling like going to bed and never waking up, I had to tell him that at present I couldn't go, but I might feel better in the morning. Hung up and had my second sad moment of the day. Headed to bed without anything to eat, woke up at 5 o'clock still feeling awful. I called in sick for the day and went back to sleep. Woke up later, had some breakfast and some more rest. Felt much better and let Dave know I was ready to head to Glastonbury. Composed a festival tune on my guitar to set my mood right. I was going to get smuggled in to Glastonbury, one of the biggest music festivals in the world, so popular that all tickets sell out in one day.

Dave and the Yellow Bus

Saturday, after travelling down in Dave's yellow former school bus, I was set up with some other people and together we were brought into Glastonbury by some corrupted security guards for a higher quantity of money. It was quite an experience, we all composed some fake wrist bands to keep us safe during the weekend and went off to enjoy music, food, and spectacular compositions. I hung out with Dave and Vicky, two absolutely crazy hippies. There's no way to explain all the crazy, spectacular things that are to be seen and experienced at Glastonbury. They have so many fields and so many tents and scenes there's no way you can see it all. My two days there were so full of unimaginable impressions I still havn't been able to work it through. I've been jumping among the crowds watching Muse play, I have enjoyed Stevie Wonder live next to a happy hippie shouting how much he loved the legend, I watched a rubbish England play Germany together with a sea of upset Englishmen, I had a sauna together with a bunch of naked hippies, I was up for 24 hours, spending the night in a tipi tent eating pancakes around a burning fire while listening to a man skillfully playing the harmonica. At 5 o'clock Sunday morning me and Dave hitched into the village of Glastonbury and Dave drove us back to Bristol in the yellow bus. Back home I had a well needed shower and went straight to bed. And then I slept.

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Heavy Heart

Some days are tougher than others. When waves of emotions and frustrations come I will be like a pier, letting them wash over me and disappear. But it is not easy to be like a rock when you feel like fragile glass ready to embrace the waves and break into a thousand pieces. Fighting your own heart is never an easy battle...


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