We headed north for the wedding of Big T’s nephew and lovely bride in a beautiful stately home on the coast near St Andrew’s.
On the train we met a Yorkshire man who lived in the Philippines and talked about many things for two and a half hours. Luckily he then got off the train.
The Northumberland coast was stunning and certainly an area to explore. Perhaps it was the glorious sunshine which made us think it would be worth a visit.
Arriving at Leuchars station, we had a friendly taxi driver who gave us a mini tour of St Andrew’s before dropping us at Cambo House, perfect timing for the start of the wedding’s celebrations with pizza in the vegan cafe on the estate.
I think I knew something was wrong when none of my emails made sense and I was taking everything VERY personally. At that point I decided to step away from communication, read all emails at least twice and try to stay off zoom meetings. It sort of worked, except when I forgot to do it!
Despite optimistically feeling better a couple of days in, the brain fog and exhaustion refused to relent and i started to feel I would never be well again.
Having a cold followed by Covid has been one of the less fun parties I’ve been invited to but I’ve upped my vitamins, slept as much as possible, reduced my working hours and been alcohol-free for weeks. Hopefully this has helped restore my health and sense of humour, something which has been sadly lacking in recent weeks.
With a short week ahead, a family wedding in Scotland and the Easter break coming up, I’m finally feeling a bit better although to be honest, the beast still feels like it’s lurking in the back of my throat and my voice is still not quite back to normal. Hopefully in another few days all will be well, and I’ll be boarding the train to St. Andrews on Friday with excitement at the weekend ahead.
Last night I watched a programme about a group of twenty four people who volunteered to live like the Amish for six months as an experiment to see how they would cope with a simpler life. By episode two, eight people had dropped out. I’m intrigued to see the rest of the series and it made me think about consumerism, integrity and screentime.
While my career is entirely based in consumerism and I love a bit of online shopping, I am onscreen for at least ten hours a day which is a problem. I’m thinking of trying a screen-free day once a week to see if I can detox.
It’s an interesting experiment which will be easier as we head into the summer versus the dark winter evenings.. It means no computer, laptop, phone or TV, let’s see if I can wean myself off!
My invitation to join the Covid Party arrived after being lost in the post for the last two years. Perhaps I’d bragged too many times about dodging the Covid bullet or perhaps I’d gone to one too many post-Covid get-togethers including an all-staff meeting in the office sans masks where half the office tested positive in the days following. Either way, my invitation finally arrived as I tested positive and had my first taste of Covid 19 in 2022.
The first day I thought it was hayfever except I don’t get hayfever anymore so I assumed the supercold had returned. Then, due to go into the office, I stuck the old Q-tip up my nose and did a lateral flow test thinking it was nothing. After that, things happened very quickly. By Thursday afternoon I shut my laptop and decided I couldn’t go on.
Two days later, after a temperature, brain fog, exhaustion, coughing and sneezing, I felt almost normal. I’ll test again in a few days time to see if I can go into the office but I think I’m over the worst of it. It wasn’t that bad.
If I wasn’t vaccinated, would it have been worse? Hard to say but I wouldn’t fancy finding out!
So, the offer we made on the flat around the corner suddenly felt like a bad decision. The spare bedroom was referred to by Big T as The Cupboard, and we knew it would forever be its name, Our feet were very cold and we decided it wasn’t the right place for us. Coupled with a £5,000 non-refundable deposit from the seller to take it off the market, we decided to wait until our sale had progressed.
We then went back for a second look at a flat two doors down from us. Same building, same level, different floorplan. The price had been dropped significantly as the American buyers just wanted to sell and it seemed like an opportunity we couldn’t refuse and so we made an offer. So, if all goes through with our sale, we’ll move two doors down to number 84 where we’ll do the same thing all over again. A strange sense of deja vu except moving should be very easy!
To be fair, Number 84 is in much better condition and barely needs anything doing… just a new floor, new bathroom, possibly a new kitchen, new french doors and hopefully we’ll resist the temptation to rejig the floorplan by swapping the kitchen and master bedroom, that would be a very bad idea!
After what was a horrible cold followed by a sinus infection and general malaise, I’ve finally started to feel better. How bloody tedious and I don’t mean the feeling better part!
As it was the only cold I’ve had for two years, it certainly made up for it and I suspect my natural cold-fighting defences were down after two years of working from home. Anyway, onward and upward.
And just in time it would seem as there’s an onslaught of Americans in town (perhaps a new collective noun?!) and a big meeting with the top brass from a major fashion retailer to sell our wares for Spring/Summer 23.
It would seem that a flu jab doesn’t stop you from getting flu so what’s the point?
It also turns out that I’m Covid Negative so that’s good news but I still have a horrible flu-ey cold so am indulging myself with a day of rest with a Welsh Terrier as a nurse, not a good one admittedly but a nice cuddly one.
Ten years ago, hold on a second, TEN years ago. How did that happen?!
Yes, ten years ago I left LA in search of life, love and adventure and I found them all. My blog started as I set off in search of change and at first it was mostly a means of coping.
Along the way it turned into documentation of life, from renovations to work to the recent years of the pandemic. It’s fair to say my writing has been a little less joyous in recent years but it’s all progress and life goes on.
I suspect the adventures may pick up again, is there another renovation on the horizon? Will we get a second dog? Will we buy a camper van?!
While I haven’t been writing as frequently and sometimes I feel I can’t be as honest as I would like to be, this is still to be continued as life goes on, change happens and I’m still learning and hopefully growing.
Ten years ago I made a massive decision, a life choice which has paid off in all aspects of my life. I’m so grateful for having taken the leap of faith and perhaps I’ll be brave enough to leap again in the future.