Tweetin'

I'm giving twitter a try, maybe if i have to write very short posts only i would fare better i.e. i would actually post more often. Here i am.

It's... august?!!

Well. Erm. i guess i blogged as often as we got sunshine here... ok, maybe a bit less often... Bloody black dog.

It's julyyyyyy

Umphh... well let's just forget about june allright? It was abismal and not just coz of the weather tho i think that didn't helped either.

It's juuuune

It is officially summer, even if no one had notified The English Weather about it and it still thinks it's april - rain, sunshine, clouds, start the circle again...

That long weekend ended up whit doing nothing and being boring apart from a bit of fishing for the boys and a bit of poking my nose into fishing for me. P did some pubbing later last week which included a very funny half hour on saturday around midnight, when he (tried) to recount where they whent and what they did (and what were they drinking) and he kept repeating himself, making circles. The nerves of the last 2 weeks finally cought up with me on monday, a full 5 days after everything got sorted. Sooo typical of me.

Right now, i just cant be bothered to do anything. I need a laptop that i can drag with myself on a whim, moving to the lounge or back to the bedroom as i wish.

Long weekend, part 1.

Long weekend, again - i could get used to these! I made it even longer for myself and booked tuesday off after the monday bank holiday. This weekend is Airshow - weekend and as usual, it's cloudy and windy. Don't know yet if i'll be able to drag P out but hope i can.

Last two weeks were mental here by the way. We paid the rent on time, in full, with enough money left for groceries, for the first time since we moved in; and as we have 5 weeks until the next payment instead of the usual four, had paid all the debts and leftover bills, i was looking forward to finally not having to worry about money and basic living. That lasted one day, because on tuesday, P got a call that his best mate is in hospital. I wished back all the financial cr*p in a second. The last two weeks were spent whit worrying, phonecalls and more worrying, but finally there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Six years

I moved to England exactly six years ago. I didn't knew what to expect, and had no plans for the future aside of learning to speak english properly so i can't say that things didn't turned out as i planned - but nothing happened in a way i ever could've imagined.
Here's hope that the next six will be better :)