Friday 13th

Last weekend was a long one and I was really grateful for it, it's been a funny few weeks and I was glad of the time and of the space. 

It's now Friday 13th April, can you believe it?  We're almost half way through April already?  It's been another funny, but thankfully short week, my cold returned on the first day back to work and also on Tuesday morning, I woke with a pinprick, red rash covering my torso.  The online NHS symptoms checker basically told me, and I'm paraphrasing here; it's nothing, don't worry, it'll be gone in a day or two.  On Wednesday, when the rash was more pronounced and felt warm to the touch, I ran through the checker again and was told; probably nothing, and no need to panic, but we're going to call you back. 

Call me back they did, within 40 minutes, I was very impressed, got to speak to Nurse Rachael who advised me to see a pharmacist.  Lovely pharmacist advised I'd had an allergic reaction to something... could be anything, and to take antihistamine tablets for 14 days.  Anyway, rash is very slowly, (very slowly,) starting to fade and cold is nothing more than a sniffle.  I'm making light of this but I couldn't help but think of someone I know who has been struck down, and I cannot think of a better phrase than that... by meningitis.  The life that she knew is over, her family are devastated.  I trust and believe in God and always will, but sometimes, most of the time, I do not understand. 

Recently, I've had a couple of very extreme and raw examples of how life can change in the blink of an eye.  I know that's a cliché or at the very least, an over used, over-sentimental and off the cuff remark.  But, it's true, it's literal, and it happens all the time.  These examples have been upsetting, heart wrenching and huge, huge reminders.

I got a rebate on my AOL membership, only a tiny one, but I used it to buy a couple of prints from Next that I fell in love with a few weeks ago, one is of an old telephone, (one with a dial,) and the other is of an old typewriter  baring the script; "live the life you love."  I thought they both represented me, quite well, well, the living part... I'm working on, but the writer part...

Maybe because it's relatively new to me but I find adding anything to my home, a bit traumatic, have I made the right choice?  Have I wasted money?  Will it go with everything else?  I realise I probably over analyse, as I do with everything else, but, that's just the way I am.  I loved these prints instantly and they fit, perfectly.

I also bought a couple of cheap frames from the supermarket, (they don't look cheap,) they're for my "New Yorker" prints that I picked up at Bryant Christmas Market... you know where, they look fabulous.  I feel like I'm morphing into something or someone else and I want my home and surroundings to evolve with me, I really like it so far.

So, I'm off work as you can probably gather, I'm sitting here with my filter coffee, and everywhere I look, there are young members of some kind of Aussie sports team wandering around, their proud green and gold garb is hard to miss, they certainly brighten up the place and are impeccably behaved.

After a few weeks of living off rubbish, (bad food choices,) this sunshine, and the fact that my jeans feel a little tighter, have inspired me to boycott the usual weekend "treats" that I have and to insist on only healthy food options, I'm sure by Monday I'll feel more like normal.

I have recycling to do and food shopping, then it's home to yep... continue the tidy up and transform project.