You know I’m here waiting for you

Yes Yes, I know, I fail in an epic capacity with blogging. I posted one entry last month and that was a paid post. This would be the first post of May and I’d like to try and get back into it.

 

April was a pretty shit month. In the last couple of weeks of it, I was run over by a spooked Vinnie and ended up not talking to my Polish friend for 2 weeks. I’m so pleased that it’s now gone and everything is back to normal, or almost. I tried to do some work with Vinnie and as I tried to walk him through the little entrance of the corner I had fenced off, he spooked himself with something. I turned around to put my hand on his chest to stop him but since I’m smaller than him I had no chance and he went over me. At the time I was wearing an underwired bra which he obviously stood on and it bent and went into my chest. It didn’t penetrate or anything, just dug in. I somehow managed to get to my feet within 60 seconds of it happening but I spent the rest of that week and the next in pain. On the 3rd day after it happened I was in that much pain that my Mum called my aunt Jennie up because she’s a paramedic and she said from what I’d described it sounded like I’d cracked my ribs and that if I had there was nothing that anyone could do but take pain relief and leave them to heal. It’s been 3 weeks since it’s happened and although I’m still a bit sore and get a bit tired/puffed out I’m quite pleased to say that I don’t need to keep taking pain relief. I think I had two 500mg paracetamol tablets on Thursday because I was a bit achy but that’s been about the most I’ve taken.

 

On the subject of not speaking to my Polish friend, it was down to a woman who used to be on the line weeks ago but got permanently moved after causing trouble with her before. I don’t know what happened and neither does she. Our line leader pulled us both up and asked what was going on, to which we both replied, we have no idea. We’ve both agreed to not let it happen again. I was actually upset that that bitch could do that to us. But then it doesn’t surprise me as she gets a big buzz out of other people’s misfortunes and people arguing/fighting. Looks like her plan backfired eh? lol!!

 

In about a month, George and I are going up to Scotland to see my family (on my Dad’s side) for 5 days and then we’re going to see my best friend in Gloucester for 5 days. I’m really excited to go on our road trip (: I’m looking forward to going ‘home’ and spending some time with the man I love in a place with gorgeous scenery. And when we go to see my best friend, we should both be coming home with new tattoos. George already has his design sorted but I don’t know what I want or where.

 

I had planned on buying myself an iMac for my birthday but I’ve decided to hold off til after I pay off our iPhones and our HD tv. In the meantime though, since I got my tax rebate ( of £733.31) I’ve decided to get someone to break Vinnie for me, buy him a saddle and put the rest into an ISA for future ‘rainy days’. I’m taking £200 of it on holiday with us so that saves me doing so much weekend overtime.