All dressed up with a place to go!!! If you see a caramel blonde wearing an electric blue dress strutting her stuff on the dance floor, give me a shout and offer to buy me a drink hey!!
Caramel and company are club crawling in London. I am the sensible one. The one who makes sure we move on to another location when it feels right. The one who drinks lemonade, because after what happened to me four years ago, I don’t trust what is going on around me. I am just out to have a few laughs with friends and to have a dance (we’ll see about karaoke! 😉 )
It’s Saturday…it’s not a school night…so why not hey! Life in London for a lush lass. I can’t imagine I’ll be catching up on WordPress tonight, so I will try again tomorrow.
By the time I am 90, I hope to be married to a wonderful man, who is my best friend. I don’t want to live alone I have decided. But neither do I want to marry an eeeed-yat! I think I will be too young to want to have children or a permanent home, so I am kind of hoping he feels the same way at that stage.
Somebody used to say to me (my memory is blank as to who it was) when you are 86, 385, 672, 581 years old, do you still think you’ll be keeping track of your age? Do you think we will have stopped using the greeting “How are you?”? Do you think you will remember falling out with someone over a misunderstanding? Or do you think you will be celebrating all of the wonderful friends you have? All of the satisfying work you have been involved in? All of the tears of joy you have wept since humans have been living in harmony with the way they were designed?
If I was on my own home, at my little nest, I would probably make sure the whole flat was spotlessly clean and that I was up-to-date with all my laundry and ironing. I would probably make a dish like a curry or lasagne to freeze and perhaps bake something. I would catch up on my e-mails to all my loved ones. Then I would relax either with a medical book, a novel, or I might even be tempted to find something watchable on television (TV is the last resort).
But if I was out and the rain changed my plans, I would head for a museum or gallery in London. I might go to a department store and pretend I am interested in make-up for a wedding. They will give you a virtual make-over if they think you will come back and spend money. My entire annual budget for make-up is normally around £10 per annum. I might wander in and out of charity shops looking for bargains. I am sure I would find a cute cafe with comfy seats, to drink soya cappuccinos in, and hope they had something tempting to eat. I might reply to some text messages – I am hopeless with my mobile phone., but I do tell everyone to ring my landline if it’s important.
Erm…I guess the only thing that I find hard to understand about myself is my memory after my head injuries.
For the most part is doesn’t bother me, but my family seem to find it upsetting at times that I don’t remember people and other things I apparently should do. I have realized on occasion that people I was talking to were a bit distressed that I had no recollection of them at all, when apparently we used to be close friends.
I was thinking today about my first manager in a practice I used to work in when I first moved to this area in December 2016. I always knew she was a good manager. She trained me very well in a field I had no knowledge of at all – I knew nothing! And I am very grateful to her for all her patience. Suddenly it is very useful to me that all of her training has stuck in my head!
Caramel 