Eurostar

If I had taken the train two hours later, I would have got stuck! Those poor people.

Frozen

Oh My Goodness......the cold!

Had a lovely two days in Lille, looking in art galleries and taking many stops in cafes. Lovely Christmas market where I had the most amazing hot pear cider. Great toy shops and lots of clothes shops - basically heaven. Even the waiters didn't scoff when I asked for something vegetarian.....roll on Spain! Was a bit of an anti-Atkins carb fest, but vegetarains can't be choosers in Europe.

Strictly Finals party tomorrow night, and am wondering how I'm going to juggle the children and adults so that everyone is happy. Hang on, maybe if I juggle the children, the adults will be happy. Or knowing my friends if I keep them supplied with sufficient tequila that will keep them happy. The adults, naturally.

Missing my family in America.

Twitchy hand, which I am trying not to think about. New round of neuro appointments came through for the first week of the new year. And, joy of joys, I am having my top wisdom teeth out that week too. Wow, how much am I looking forward to 2010.

Bathrobe afternoon

Cosy and comfy in my huge fluffy bathrobe, yankke candles aglow and series 5 of The Office on my bigscreen. What a great start to the hols.

Thinking of Raffi on her almost birthday, and wondering which city she will be in, and whether she will have ghd straight hair!

Darkness

Woke up this morning and had a panic that I had gone totally blind. Not great when you are home alone with a 6 year old. My bad eye is definitely even darker than usual, and I can only assume that it is tiredness. I am losing hope that I will ever get back my sight as it was before.

La vida loca

My abnormal brain hurts after speaking Spanish for an hour and a half after a day's teaching. I need a playtime.

Dr Zoukas

Another day, another consultant. This time, due to my champagne socialist approach to my healthcare, a private one. Only difference was that my appointment was at 3.15 and I was collected at 3.15 from the waiting room, as opposed to spending 3.15 hours collecting my thoughts in the waiting room.

So, now the joy of a spinal tap awaits. Amanda tried to help by cheerfully comparing it to an epidural. I can tell she's been private before! All I got at St John's was a stick to bite on.

At least he didn't keep going on about all the abnormalities in my brain like the last guy. And I think I passed all the walking-in-straight-line-tests, and even the rather alarming one where I thought he was trying to arm wrestle me.

I am OK with it. Not putting a brave face on it, truly OK with it. Thinking about dad and how he taught me so much; how his death taught me how to live. Zuzu's petals.

Selling my soul

Where did my principles go? Wheeeee out the window as soon as life gets tough.