so the reason i didn’t blog the weekend update (in case you were wondering, and I know you were) is because it wasn’t very exciting. Friday night dinner. Saturday night drinks. Sunday afternoon, drinks in the sun. All caught up.

Last night was the last poi class – well, not *the* last class, but my last class, as I am going to miss the final one next Monday, being that I’ll be in another country and haven’t yet learned to time travel. I wish I could say I am a poi master (mistress??) now. But whilst I was not the worst student in the class (an honour reserved for the dorky looking guy who always stood waaaay in the back), I was not the best. I have a repetoire of about 12-15 tricks now, which is more than I had going in. But I still hit myself in the head/eye/knees. a lot.

So I need to pack tonight – going to ma on thursday for some sun and fun on the cape with the preggo sis. she’s still trying to wrangle sox tickets, and I am still praying to the baseball gods. I am there til next Friday, when I arrive home just in time for the long bank holiday weekend – woo hoo! k8 has already invited me to go swimming at the ymca with her – sounds like i’m in for a wild time.

ever notice how many people cry in public? I’ve seen several lately and am wondering if there is a sudden outbreak of emotional display spreading like wildfire across the city, or if they’ve always been there, and i, in my constant state of obliviousness, have just not noticed. i myself have certainly never cried in public. nor have i walked from the west end to waterloo in the pouring rain to avoid taking the tube while sobbing hysterically. certainly not.

had an “away day” at work today, which consisted of yet more carers lambasting the entirety of social services for failing to perform miracles. i felt like standing up and saying “you whinging crybabies don’t know how good you have it! if you were in new york, you’d have to lug your child’s wheelchair up and down four flights of stairs, and be thankful you even have a wheelchair or stairs to lug it on! now quit your bellyaching and let us do our jobs!” luckily, i did not say that. though i did think it *really, really loudly*…

i need a break. a kit kat break.

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