Mañana! Mañana!

Apologies for the little hiatus I appear to have taken since last Wednesday but I suddenly realised that mañana, mañana just wasn’t going to cut it and I needed to get off my toned butt and start actually booking things. However, I’ve now gone the other way and booked so much that, without looking at my e-mails, I couldn’t tell you what I’ve arranged haha. Only joking (sort of). I’ve booked my flights to Hong Kong and my hostel etc so the money is rapidly going down and I haven’t even got any currency yet. My ‘to do’ list seems to be growing not shrinking and don’t even ask me if I’ve started packing yet because you won’t like the answer.

Friday night the girls from work and I went to a lovely English pub for dinner and drinks as a little ‘send off’ for me and we really enjoyed ourselves. There were 10 of us in total and split ourselves into two teams for the pub quiz which my team won! Ha! Tipsy and we still kicked ass on general knowledge though how we remember a ‘dik dik’ was a type of antelope I don’t know hehe.

Saturday was spent meandering around town getting the last few bits and pieces before going home to relax watching the first series of BAYWATCH! Most people would call it a guilty secret that I own the first two series but I’m coming out of the closet to admit it! It’s pure 90s cheese – what’s not to love?!

But today is the important day. Today is the last ‘Miserable Monday’ I will have to suffer until the end of June. No more Mondays spent listening to the idiots who seem to have stored up their stupidity over the weekend, no more ‘everything that can go wrong will go wrong’ feelings and no more admin days for almost four months. Ah, I think I just heard my brain switch off. The rest of my week will be spent clearing my desk…that sentence sounds SOOOO good.

And as a final note I talk to you about doctors waiting room etiquette. I was sat there this morning waiting to talk to my GP for a ‘final check’ before I go and I swear people died in the room watching the tumbleweed roll through it. Forget hearing a pin drop, it was so quiet I could have heard a pace maker die of boredom. And what’s with old people? Do they hit 60 and suddenly decide that they can no longer have fashion and comfort so switch to flasher macs, carpet bags and shoes so ugly you go blind just looking at them?! If you’re wondering why I’m so harsh about old people it’s because they freak me the hell out! Well, everyone apart from my own grandma anyway. Maybe it’s because on a subconscious level I hate to be reminded of turning into a coffin dodger left with no common sense and the innate desire to talk to everyone in the room even if none of them are listening. Either way, that 45 minute wait this morning was damaging to my mental health because by the end of it I was starting to think that some of the shoes looked okay. I couldn’t get out of that waiting room any faster if I’d taken my flasher mac off!

Aloha!