I’m sitting waiting at the airport right now. My flight is at 7:10am. My stomach feels so tight and I can feel that nerves are going to get the better of me today. It’s my pre- ops examination… Consisting of a ton of blood tests, in which I will look like I’m a huge druggy by the end of it all, loads of tests on my heart, etc… Asdfghjkl!
I’d do anything to be in my bed right now. ANYTHING.
It looked pretty?
Yayyy! I’m really, really not, but thank you!
I’m lost. You’ve pushed me to lose myself in a sea of unknown emotions. I don’t even know what to say anymore. I feel empty, I feel numb.
Strange people knocking on our door, asking if they can come stand on the balcony, so that they can take pictures.
MUM SHOULD SAY YES AND CHARGE THEM A £5 ENTRY FEE!
Usually when I look out of my bedroom window I will see green hills, and the road that passes through the village.
I just looked out, and a hoard of sweaty, hairy bikers have accumulated. We live right on the TT course, on one of the best spots to come watch the bikes - BALLAUGH BRIDGE. We have a balcony that looks right on to it.