That kind of sums it up.
The pace of life has ramped up yet another notch, but as ever I am not complaining – time spent with friends and family, plans afoot for the festive season, busy times at school. It’s a bit difficult to make blogging a priority though, so forgive me if my posts are a little scattered – there are points in the next month when I’ll have tons of time, and others where sleep and actual meals are likely to feel like distant strangers!
The last few days have been a case in point. Last Friday was a mental day at school, and then Matthew and I headed over to Hammersmith to watch a gig by Rhod Gilbert, a really bitter and funny Welsh comic. The gig was great, although my tiredness did get the better of me…I fell asleep just into the second act! I think my brain just thought “okay, I’ve had a beer, I’m all cosy, giving Matthew a cuddle and then zzzzz……”. Highly amusing.
Saturday started early, at 5 a.m., with a cab to Luton airport, then a flight to Inverness. Yep, Matthew and I were off for a weekend in the Highlands! We popped into my parents for tea and soup (what a novelty to “pop in”! Being hundreds of miles away often precludes the chance of nipping round for a drink!). Then we donned our gladrags and sped off across the Highlands to Ballater. I don’t know if you’ve ever driven across the Cairngorms, from Forres to Royal Deeside, but it’s thrilling stuff. Matthew had a ball driving up and down big hills and round crazy bends!
We were heading to Ballater for the wedding of my lovely friends, Simon and Nicole. It was an absolutely beautiful wedding, and as is my wont, I had a good old blub! I also had a girly moment of panic which Matthew dealt with brilliantly – I think the fact that the bride had *exactly* the same birthday as me (10/12/80) combined with extreme tiredness to give me a slight “eek-why-am-I-not-married!” crisis! Most unlike me, and luckily easily solved with chat, cuddles, red wine, and ceilidh dancing. Lord, how I love to ceilidh!
Sunday morning, big breakfast, then back up the road to Forres for lunch with the parents, and to chat with my brother Peter too, who popped home for the weekend and was full of tales from Aberdeen. Good stuff – I can’t wait to catch up with them all again at Christmas. Then back to Inverness to fly back. Once we arrived at Gatwick Matthew headed back home to build furniture (he’s such a builder, my boy!), and I waited…
…because my gorgeous friend Shona was due in 90 minutes after me! She’s one of my dearest friends and I’ve been dying to see her, so I was so glad to give her a great big Claire hug! We chatted all the way from Gatwick to Leyton – I think it’s really lucky Matthew wasn’t with us actually, because he would have been bored stiff while we gossiped! Home, pizzas, chat, bed.
Monday I was up and at ‘em, and off to school. Monday is always a blur, because it’s just stuffed with work to do. So I put my head down and got on with it. Because at 5 I headed over to Wembley to check into a hotel with Shona. Because we were going to see Taylor Swift! And it was a brilliant, brilliant gig!
Tuesday was a day of relative rest, work and tv, chores and sleep. And today has been busy and good. But now I have to close, because it’s time to head home and put Dave the Christmas tree up. I’m excited, we have mulled wine and mince pies and Christmas music….
‘Tis the season!
PS Have you seen Taylor Swift’s rap yet? It’s immense!