As the saying goes...

Everything happens for a reason. I was finding it impossible to get home last night after leaving the gym. There were no busses. People were getting aggravated. I pulled away from the 38 bus stops and walked down Tottenham court road. I finally caught a 73 that took me as far as Kings Cross (it wasn't going any further?) There I stood. I had taken me double the time of my normal journey to get half way home. Ho hum, such is life. I stood and waited... Tap tap on my shoulder and who was it? The lovely miss Hannah. I hadn't seen her in ages! See sometimes bad journeys can take you to meeting good people.

We chat chat chatted and caught up on the goings on her life over the past couple of months... her continual job search and such. Then she told me a story that shook me to the core. A co-worker of her's just went through and unimaginable tragedy. It's coming close to the time when my dad passed away last year so I'm particularly sensitive to stories that involve death. This one could not be worse. It involved an unexpected divorce of a couple who were together for over 25 years with 2 children in their 20's one of them being Hannah's friend. The mother had and affair and left the father. The father had a nervous breakdown and killed himself and his wife. I shook with horror when she told me. I can't imagine what her poor friend is going through... all this is compounded by the fact that it was a 'normal' upper middle class family. Such things don't discriminate as most people think they do. It doesn't make it any more palatable. It's a tragedy and no doubtable the beginnings of an unimaginably difficult re-build of life for H's friend and the other child that are left behind. Heavy stuff. Provides some harsh perspective to when people say their lives are tough.

am I ?

the only one mildly alarmed at this site It was mentioned by those lovely folks at popbitch over in farringdon. Is it for real? God, who would have thought that the American beef people would be targeting young girls trying to steer them clear from the terrible evils of vegetarianism? Why is this only female oriented? Why? God, this is clearly one site that I will never understand. Oh wait, it's American... *runs away*

as no doubt most people whom blog will be mentioning the fact that it's beautiful and warm here today in London. I'm wearing my denim jacket and was surprisingly too warm! I shall run and play today at lunch... I will I will... I've only been saying that all week so far.

My hair is growing like weeds. Don't think the recent lapse of any new imagery is an oversight... At times like hair growing times... a lady needs some privacy. It's dire let me tell you!

Finished my good book this morning. I almost cried on the bus... that would have been tragic. Now go, go and read it

Circus school

I've been reading Faustus' blog for quite some time now and keeping abreast of his cheerleading adventures. My curiosity was peaked the other day when I read that he was doing tumbling classes. Last night I was speaking to my flatmate about the fun she had learning trapeze....

This morning I found this site I am very excited. What a great place what a fun thing to do! Oh oh I can hardly contain myself. I know I'm no longer a spring chicken but I just adored doing gymnastics when I was younger.

As my mum and sister can attest, I spent literally hundreds of hours on the front lawn practising front and back flips and trying to master the ever elusive ariel cartwheel. I did in the end, what fun! I do believe I am still able to do all these flips that I once could, though I know they evoke great deals of pain from angry muscles that have been neglected over the passing years. But hey... I'll always remember my next door neighbours whom are approx 10 years younger than me, coming over to our house and knocking on the front door... asking if I could come outside and do an ariel for them. I was 21 at the time. I laughed heartily then preformed one. It hurt, oh yes did it ever... once completed, I reminded them that when they reached 21 I would ring their doorbell and demand that they perform a similar trick... and then and only then would they appreciate just how hard it was for me to pull off. Can I still do it at 27? probably. I think I'll save my pennies and go to circus school in hoxton. They also do corporate things too... how fun would that be? Erm... boss, can we take the team to circus school?

today...

I've chosen a white mug with blue vertical stripes. In it is my morning cup of tea, one scoop of sugar, short of builders tea.

I had a nice b'day. The people at work bought me chocolate cake... met Hazel for a pint after work... the girls made me a lovely supper at home. My mum rang too to wish me well. Very nice indeed!

Turns out that KJ didn't just get bumped to business class on her flight back home, she got bumped again to 1st class and scored herself one of those snazzy sleepers! She said she felt like pretty woman. She also reports that it does make all the difference and that she feels no jet lag at all. I'm so pleased for her, what a treat. She so deserved a boost like that!

I've booked a holiday for the week before Easter. Strangely no one here booked it off. I'm taking 4 work days but end up with 10 days off straight! I'm not sure what's on the cards yet somewhere warm hopefully!

I'm reading a very brilliant book right now. The type of book that really moulds well with some issues and questions I have in my life right now. A simply brilliant author. She makes me want to seriously take up the craft of writing. The book is called 'unless' and it's by Carol Shields. I'm only half way through, but it's the type of read that has you anxious to get out of bed in the morning so that you can read more. Perhaps the fact that it's a Canadian author and that she writes in English and French and that it's based near my home town, adds to it's charm....

It's my second day now as a twenty seven year old... I wonder what new tricks I will learn today?

so yea, it's official...

I made it to 27. I had a wonderful breakfast in bed c/o miss H, opened the fab presents brought to me by my mum and seestor. It's sunny and lovely out and Tasha my co-worker just launched a bag of mini eggs for my b'day to much on throughout the day!

It did take me 2 times to fire up my ol' PC this morning but I'm okay with that as perhaps it's aging like me and needs that tiny bit more time to get going in the morning.

I had a nice weekend with my sister and saw her off at the Paddington on Sunday morning. Lucky thing got an upgrade to business class! On our day out on Saturday I got pick pocketed at kings cross and they nicked my bus pass. That will teach me not to buy a monthly pass. I could get it replace but the 10£ charge that would go along with it would make my refund come in at approximately 1£. Wooo weee wyclef! Well on an up note, at least they didn't get my wallet.

Trekked down to Dearbhla's party yesterday afternoon for her St. Patrick's day party. The Irish sure know how to celebrate, they also know how to prepare for a night of drunkenness. Dearbhla prepared a feast of lovely potatoes products from mash, to chips to tatoes crisps and potatoes soup! It was very yummy and works wonders for preventing a hangover. She was the hostess with the mostess!

Sad to be back at work and Kaffin back in ccccold Canadia... but a visit is a visit and I knew that she had to leave at some point. I am very fortunate to have a great sis like her and a super fab mum that sent her over to me to play.

Oh yea, and Mark, the final episode ever of cold feet aired last night and holy moly was it ever sad! I shan't spoil it for you but man o man...