August 4th

It's Thursday, just after 9.30am and I've been  dashing around like a crazy person since I got home from work yesterday afternoon.  Washing, ironing, trying to decide what to pack, trying to remember things I've no doubt forgotten.  I've probably, (definitely,) tried to cram in a bit too much but once I take my seat on that plane, I think I'll be able to relax.  Until then, I feel like a bit of a jittering wreck.

I've already had a text from H&M to say "safe journey" and how much they're looking forward to the weekend.  It will be so nice to have a change of scenery, a good catch up and the company of good friends, not to mention, a break from the routines I seem to live by.

I left home with curly, bouncy hair however, a few short minutes in this rain that's falling, (fine almost like mist but heavy,) and I have a wavy, slightly soggy situation going on.  No matter.

We had a deadline in work this week, and of course I had two less days in which to reach it as I'll be away.  I made it anyway but not without a fair bit of pressure but I can forget all about work now, at least until Tuesday when I'll be met with another deadline to aim for.

I was late leaving my waxing appointment and I still had to pack.  Own fault I know.  B arrived on time and we left as planned, reached the airport and I was deposited in plenty of time at the drop off point.

Security was  a breeze, I usually either bleep and have to have a pat down, get a lecture from one of the security officials about my liquids, (as far as I'm concerned, they are all essential and if they fit in the baggie, what's the problem?)  Or occasionally get my bag swabbed for drugs and, or explosives.  You have one seriously suspicious looking best friend madam.  None of that palaver today, I sail through but I'm still a jittering wreck for some reason.  I don't know why as I'm not a nervous flyer.  I've just had a packet of Tyrell's Hand Cooked English crisps to see if that helps, maybe I just need food.

Still thick cloud and misty rain but it's warm, or is that just me?

I was late leaving waxing as the lovely M was taking her time with me today as she needed to tell me her news.  Sadly, her Dad passed away a few weeks ago.  She's thinking of buying the premises she works from, the same premises her Mum owned before she passed away and of course she's nervous, excited, wondering if she's doing the right thing.  We got into a conversation about life's chapters, about things coming to an end, new beginnings, how scary change is, how the only things you regret are the things you don't do or at least try.  How the fear of failure can stop you from even trying.  I almost had an out of body experience.  Well, a bit dramatic but there I was, lying there practically naked when I suddenly heard myself imparting all of this, "go for it" advice.  I'm going to try analysing less and taking more chances.  I'm not talking about being reckless, just... living I suppose.

I'm listening to the soothing, soulful voice of James Morrison on my iPod.  Hopefully, he'll have a calming effect.

Gosh, I do love people watching and I love catching people watching me.

By the way, M did a lovely job as usual.  I always feel, "clean" when I've had my eyebrows done, even if the legs do look a little like a plucked chicken.

One of my favourites has just come on; "Save Yourself."  I'll listen to Mr Morrison until the end of this track, then I'll make my way to the boards to see if my gate has been announced.