Having gone through the trauma of last week of finding out that the job I have worked so hard for could be disappearing, this week I have actually managed to smile. In fact, it has been quite enjoyable and despite how terrified I am about losing my job, the hatred, the anger and the tears have subsided (well maybe just a little remains) but I feel oddly mellowed if a bit ‘out of body’. It's like I am not really here and instead just peering down watching the play unfold. Bit like watching a soap opera except without the scandal of raunchy affairs… hmm, I hope I end up with the pretty boy at the end too!
Well only one more week to go and then I am off to Egypt to temporarily forget all my woes. I can’t wait. Sun, sea, sand and hotel sex, great!! Wonder whether I can manage to get through the entire cocktail list in one night again? I don’t remember much about how great that was the last time we there, but apparently I was helped back to the room by a slightly less drunk husband (at least that’s who I thought it was), and woke up in the same clothes (and shoes) I was ditched with on the bed. Whilst I am sure I had a good time in my pathetically feeble drunken state, my head was seriously telling me the next day that it was not a good idea. They do give you triple shots with everything, it’s pretty horrific and tastes disgusting, but after a few of those many things can pass my lips with limited challenge…
The Egypt holidays at this time every year are to mark our wedding anniversary which will now be our 5th year. How we made it this far without one argument or serious head injury I will never know. But we have and no complaints… well other than the typical men are from mars and women are from venus thing. We certainly have many differences and see, think and feel from completely different ends of the spectrum. It makes it interesting but also makes me contemplate whether being with the same sex would bring me less hassle. This is a conversation my husband enjoys having with me as I mull over the option quite innocently, but clearly he is approaching this conversation from a particularly different perspective. Whilst it might be something you muck about with in the uni days, a serious switching I don’t think he could ever convince me of, despite how bought in he seems to be to it! No honey!
Anyway, moving on from this the other immensely exciting activity I have been involved with in the last week is contending with a cat with bloody wee. Bloody wee all over my bloody house. Poor little boy, but I was not impressed. I took him straight to the vets knowing it was just cystitis thinking they will give him some miracle pink pills and all will be well again, but no. He has some dodgy bladder lining syringe type thing to put in food paste and some tranquilizers. Yep, tranquilizers! I didn’t think he was a crazy insomniac, I just thought he was a little stressed about something. It is a bit sad that I talk about my cat I know, but if you ever see a cat walking around the hood looking stoned, with braided fur and a Bob Marley hat, send him to me. It’s just Squeak!
