everybody's working for the weekend
Hah, all you Canadians try to get that song out of yer heads NOW! Hah! Oh, damn. Now it's stuck in mine.
A belated happy anniversary to me - two years ago on Tuesday, I arrived in the UK with nothing but two very large suitcases and jet lag. I'm over the jet lag now, thanks.
Sally the lovely osteopath lady took good care of me this morning, easing muscles back into place, and listening to me moan about my aches and pains with gentle sympathy. I'm actually much better today...well, I can move my head to the side. That's a big improvement. I'm amazed at how she can tell what hurts, simply by touching my back lightly. It's almost mystical how she places her hands on me gently and in a quiet voice not asking, but stating that the muscle she's currently touching is tender. Sally said that she had to do so many adjustments last week and move joints that hadn't budged in years, that the muscles sort of freaked out and tensed up like a new bra just put through the wash (I'm paraphrasing here, obviously). Her empathetic tone and sincerity lull me into a sense of comfort, and I am feeling more certain that this will get better. On the plus side, nothing is cracking in my back or neck this time round.
It's Jack's birthday shindig tomorrow night, which should be good fun. I may bring the camera to get more drunken pics of my mates, because I can't seem to get enough of those. What will Jack thread through his earlobe this time? Oh, one can only guess. I haven't seen my friends in a while (since we went to Chris' bday shindig, I believe - and haven't seen Jack since Restaurant 22), so I'm looking forward to that. Chris made a comment to me about not having seen me lately because Paul and I are still in the "honeymoon phase", and suggested that we take some vitamin D supplements or open the curtains due to sun deprivation. Har har har. As if we get any sun in this country.
And in the "incredibly uninteresting news but I'll write about it anyway" department, I think I'll go buy a clock radio tomorrow. At the moment, I've got an alarm clock that goes BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP at approximately 2,000 decibels and gives me a mild heart attack every morning. Needless to say, it's not a gentle way to be woken up on a daily basis. It does have one advantage in that Paul is usually awake before the thing goes off, so he'll spare me the shock of the alarm by waking me up with little kisses (all together now - "awwwwwwwww" *barf*). On the other hand, I think he finds it entertaining to see me jump out of my skin and hit the off button in a small frenzy. I must control the urge to buy a new digital phone, as the cordless one I have is rubbish and Paul just got a nice new one last weekend (that he seems disturbingly fond of, I might add). I also want a Braun hand mixer with all the funky blending and chopping attachments. Oooh and there's a new Gamecube game out that I want. Help. No, no, I'll only buy the clock radio.
Unless there's a really good sale on.