(Early) Mid-life Crisis

I’m changing jobs, moving home and I really want an Aston Martin Vanquish.

I was born here, and now we’re moving to the Countryside (or further into Essex as it’s otherwise known). Big move. Although I love my current home completely I am also totally over excited about moving, and am currently window-shopping for bookcases (I envisage an entire wall covered in a bookcase with room for telly) – like this jobbie: http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/catalog/products/10103093 Not to mention the excitingness that is vegetable plot planning.

Had a bit of a splurge yesterday. Walked into Woolies randomly following Mum, and walked out with a Wii. Now I have Wii Elbow. Good fun though – and I hope to get Wii Fit for my birthday 😉

Went out to dinner last night in the oldest free house in England – following my “you must try everything at least once” motto I had devilled kidneys for starter and liver and bacon for main, with Eton Mess for pud. It was ok – I probably wouldn’t bother next time – it was all a bit too heavy (the Eton Mess was lovely though). However for some reason shortly after I went to bed (at 4am) I was very sick! And then I was fine. Very bizarre!

Last day of my last holiday today – am feeling suitably glum at the prospect of not only 2 1/2 months of uninterrupted work ahead of me but also of being increasingly used for slave labour. Dunno why my bosses in general seem to feel that if you are leaving that means you are open for exploitation. 79 days to go, wishing my life away yet again.