Wednesday, 31 August 2011

The perfect getaway.

So last week I was whisked away from the chaos of a grief stricken social life and a busy work environment. Boyfriend took us to Dubai and it was as magnificent as ever. The room upgrade as soon as we arrived, invitations to complimentary dinner at The Ivy, free water parks with slides that go up hill, executive pools, golf cart buggies to drive you place to place in the resort and the waterways with the Abra boats, trips to the mall for shopping and ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery (one of the coolest places on earth!), the Dubai Fountain (that rockets 150m/490ft into the air!), the Palm, the pool bar, the beautiful white beach, the turquoise sea that's as hot as a bath, the chef in the steak house making a vegetarian menu just for me and nervously coming to check if it was okay, fairy lights literally everywhere - all over the palm trees and gardens - as soon as the sun goes down after setting in the sea, the second room upgrade to a suite which might have been bigger than our apartment, watching Boyfriend trying to drink a Bloody Mary, Kyla coming to visit (so weird, finding your friends on the other side of the world), breakfast buffets so amazing they put the word 'buffet' to shame, the egg chefs (my best friends every morning!), being waited on near enough hand and foot... Just bliss. I even enjoy flying and exploring airports, which was a bonus as we had a connecting flight in Amsterdam on the way there and in Paris on the way home (am I alone in walking into Duty Free and trying every perfume on show, to turn around a leave with out buying anything, smelling like a tart's boudoir?).
Then with a resounding thud I am spun back into reality, jet lag, work, unpacking, meeting up with friends, do I need to book a hair cut? (I might have been on holiday, but my hair sure hasn't! It looks like dry straw!). Do I need to book a dental check up? (My wisdom teeth are are ridiculous at the mo!).
The only proof I have that I went away are my photographs, many new freckles, and lots of bikinis to wash. I'm glad I have the proof or I'd think it were all a dream.
Oh well, until next year I guess! :)

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

For our friends who couldn't be there.

A week and a half ago we said good bye to Tisha. 

It was a soul shaking experience, sad and stunning. So many people came together to support her amazing family and show that she had meant something to all of us, as individuals, as a community.

We may never know why you left us, but we can all be sure your life was no waste. I am fiercely proud to have been your friend. At least as you leave this life you have reminded us to make the most of our own lives.
For that, my darling, I am grateful. Sleep well.


Wednesday, 17 August 2011


My phone broke?!
Well, I think "I broke my phone" is more accurate, but sheesh.
Thankfully, I have one of the naff little nokias from the 90's in the cupboard (charger and all) so that's out again now.
Not that my LG phone was a product of NASA, but still...
Good bye half decent phone.
Hello embarrassing crap Nokia.

The view from my kitchen window.

Sunrise at breakfast time. Lovely.

Saturday, 13 August 2011

... Take a walk on the wild side.

Saturday night?
Not struggling for payday?
Loads of outfits in my room?
SOD going out! I'm curled up with a bar of chocolate watching movies.
I've swapped giant shoes & vodka for cuddles & sleep.
I don't feel old... I'm 23?!
But why would I want to go out, make myself ill, get pushed around by obnoxious strangers, have my overpriced drinks spilled on me, cringe away from intoxicated ass grabbers, hang out in sticky dirty unhygienic premises and spend all my money...
When I have a clean comfy home, with my favourite person in the entire world, nibbling yummy treats, watching movies I love that make me happy, catching up on much needed rest and wake up satisfied.
I guess I am just too exhausted.
I'm that tired I'm dreaming of foot spas and pillows...
Right I'm off to bed. I hope my neighbors don't wake us up in the middle of the night with their noisy, dizzying social lives.

Friday, 12 August 2011

I miss my girlies.

Mia & Nyssa: The best friends a girl could ask for.

No matter how far apart, no matter how long we go without talking. Always loyal, always ready to just listen, always ready to reach out and be my best friends.

I'm am super lucky and I love them both with all of my heart. Hopefully I'll be seeing them soon.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Anti-riot Operation: Cup of Tea.

Just a quick post from my phone.
Has anyone heard of this "Anti-riot Operation: Cup of Tea"?
It's every evening at 8.30pm. I just took part, and it felt quite good!
You don't need to drink tea if you don't like it, you can have any drink in a mug. We had hot Ribena.
I wonder who will take part tomorrow?
It's the small things in life that make it worth while.
Full of hot Ribena, going to get into my pjs and bed with my book.
Ahh bliss.
Good night world. Xxx

Monday, 8 August 2011

No matter how still I stand, life moves on.

So I think I'm a zombie.

I must have this stupid vacant expression on my face all the time, maybe my mouth hangs open a bit. People look at me weird. I'm not being dramatic, I normally have a remote grasp on my emotional composure. Even after fits and outbursts I finally get a grip and.. well, that's it - get a grip. Not this time.

Thank you everyone, for comforting words, for cake, for phone calls.
I reckon I'll be as good as...

(you can be when you uncontrollably relive your memories, the stupid things that had both us rolling around and crying with laughter, the first time I tried to straighten her mad "not very curly, not really straight" hair, playing cards, dancing about in the kitchen to the Fugees at her mum's while you made cups of tea, realising with a mad flurry of panic that the sun was rising on the beach after the party and we couldn't find our sunglasses, wanting to throw the telly remote at the little kids 'cause they just wouldn't shut up, running away from the creepy sleazy Spanish dudes when we weren't interested, the constant near misses on our mopeds of which we never understood the real danger, swapping clothes and never giving them back, singing along to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, the huge bender we went on in Fuengirola, working at the Hipodromo horse racing track as waitresses, sitting in the bar in Comares, chilling by the pool in Bena, and always just a short five minutes walk through the dusty rocky countryside away)...

... as good as new? Maybe not. But I'll be able to remember these moments with pride instead of loss in time.

Here it is then, the point to my story today.
I've had a coming-of-age epiphany. We're all taking our lives for granted. My family, my friends, MY SELF. I love you all. I don't care if you've ever said anything to annoy me, or if I drive you mad. Life would be boring if we were all the same. I think what I'm trying to say is I'm glad of everyone in my life.

Especially those who have cake.

Sunday, 7 August 2011


So after wondering if I would be able to move from the shock, I slowly get my self ready to keep up with life.

I find a few hours with friends, tea and cake and I begin feel better.

A long walk with my brolly past the water and swans helped.

Keep smiling, keep happy, keep going.

Good Bye Big Sister.

We try to celebrate the life of our cherished sister, Tisha, but we are smothered with loss.
Those who knew her were blessed.

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

Tisha, we remember you in life, not in death. 

See you soon.

(6/8/83 - 5/8/11)