Saturday, 9 June 2012

White Knuckle Ride

It's Saturday 9th June and I'm Christening a new journal this morning.  It's gorgeous, and I love it, it's a hardback, has "imagine," on the front and "create," on the back.  The pages inside are lined and dusky pink with a paisley pattern overlaid, each page is tipped with gold, (opposite the spine,) and it has a bookmark ribbon running through it, it's just perfect and was only a fiver.  Could I be happier?

It's been a short week, I only went back to work on Wednesday after the Jubilee holiday, but getting back to getting up at 4am was no picnic.  I felt dreadful on Wednesday, (Tuesday night, I slept like it was a Sunday, i.e, not well,) plus I've struggled with headaches and vision, (I know I need my eyes testing,) back pain, (may have overdone the workouts for the six days I was off,) and toothache.  By Thursday, I felt 91 years of age.

We've had torrential rain all week, (the wipers on the car make my eyes/head worse by the way.)  I've just heard on the radio that people in a holiday camp in South Wales have had to be helicoptered to safety, including members of the RN LI, due to severe flooding.  This weather is set to continue apparently, such is a British Summer, ah, I love summer.

Well, apart from the eyes/headache/teeth and tiredness, I've had a few compliments this week, four in three days actually, not bad huh?  So that cheered me up, I must be doing something right.

J and her Hubby, (that's Dear Brother in Law who always manages to fix my car, please God keep the car going for two weeks minimum,) well, they're in Cornwall in a holiday cottage with the dogs.  Sister B has been away at a wedding for a week and got home Thursday.  I leave this coming Thursday to go to Southampton remember, for a lovely, long weekend.  Some of my friends from down south, I haven't seen for seven months, some for, must be a year and one in particular, for two years.  Cannot wait to see them all and have a lovely break.  I'm hoping the rain holds off for my visit and I'm flying down rather than driving.

Speaking of flying down, I've had some very weird dreams this week.  You know that I'm not a "white knuckler," a nervous flight passenger?  Well, in the first dream, I'm at the airport, trying to get through security and desperately trying to find my passport.  I can't find it, can't even find my document holder which I always keep my passport in when I travel.  I could feel the panic and the heat overwhelm my body as I frantically searched as I went into meltdown.  I found it eventually, buried in my case, amongst clothes.

Two nights later and my dream was a little more dramatic.  My plane crashed.  In one scene, clear as day, I was on board, mid flight and tidying up for the cabin crew, I was busy stowing an excess amount of "loose" items under seats, a lot seemed to be the colour red for some reason.  The next minute, we were in a nose dive and I could see the view from the cockpit, the kind you see in disaster movies with the ground rushing towards the plane at warp speed. 

In the next scene, I'm in the airport, watching as the plane crashes into the terminal, people come rushing around the corner from the crash, like they've just got off a roller coaster ride, everyone is fine and all I can think of is, "but I tidied up!"

I'm now wondering if I watched the plane crash into the airport, was I already dead?  Did I get sucked out of the plane on the way down, part of it did seem to be missing.  I'm just messing with you.  Usually I try to listen to my little voices but in this case, I just think I've had a lot on my mind the past few weeks, plus I'm due to fly, one of my favourite TV dramas has just had a plane crash and there was an actual plane crash last week.  So, it's all explainable, apart from the tidying up.

I slept pretty well last night, (and no dreams... that I can remember,) took me 30 minutes to peel myself from the mattress this morning.  Only jogged for 30 minutes, my legs felt heavy, did a bit of toning and I'll do more later, I really think this is the clue to my compliments, the toning.

I'm heading home to do housework, iron and think about what to pack, I can't wait for the break, I can't wait to get to the airport, on that plane and buckle up, despite the dreams, I really should have been a travel writer.

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