What a week....

Hello again everyone!

How have all of your weeks gone?

Mines been absolutely, unbelievably shocking… Its been one of those weeks where you wonder if the world is trying to spite you. 12 hours of typing up data was enough to start off my week in a bit of a huff, followed by a cancelled lecture… I was not a happy bunny. After a not so great presentation, a stressful driving lesson, software not working and probably another 15 things iv tried to forget, I am back here again a week later. Everything has been more difficult than it should have been and its left me feeling all together quite annoyed. So sitting down to write this is making me feel a little better… even though the clocks have changed and its now dark at 5…..why.

Enough of that rant. Good things have happened!

I went out on Friday night with my friends and stayed over the night. It was really good to let my hair down and relax for a day after such a hard week.

Also I carved this loooovely pumpkin. Look how cute it is :D I toasted all of the seeds in the oven. Delicious.

 

 

 

 

 

(150 degrees for 10-12 minutes with a dash of oil and scattered with salt).

 

But moving from all the fun that’s been my last week lets discuss a day that promised such fun…. The fair.

Lets rewind back to myself at 9am that morning. Head pounding and uneasiness in my stomach. That all too well known feeling of alcohol rotting your insides. Well yes that was me. But still in my haze I decided that the fun fair would be well… fun.

It started off very well! I enjoyed losing money on the machines (idk whether that’s sarcastic or not...) and having chips by the sea side. All was going swimmingly. Watching sea gulls the size of dogs parade the paths and repetitive dings of the arcade machines. Then I had a very very bad idea. The kind of idea that makes no sense. The one you look back at yourself and wonder what on earth you were thinking…. The waltzer.

Now every other time I have been on the waltzer ride its been great. Not today. Oh no it wasn’t. Started all very well. Oh so much fun I was having. And then I wasn’t, very quickly I wasn’t. I swear this waltzer was on turbo. I was lifting very slightly off the seat and staring blankly in front. Face going pale and stomach churning I decided this wasn't my best idea. Between shouts of ‘weeeee’ and ‘MAKE IT STOP’ followed by whimpers and side ways glances at my boyfriend I staggered off the ride after the ride operator asking if I was okay. Definitely was not okay.

Followed this by doughnuts

Not a good idea again

But doughnuts tasted SO good.

So here we are at the end of another tragic story and an equally tragic feeling week. What's the lesson learnt I hear you cry? Dizzy and hung over is NOT a good combination and sometimes fun just isn’t meant to be. But it will be again! Promise :D

Sat in my pjs about to drink a big mug of tea and a biscuit to reflect on the week and (hopefully) better tackle the next!

Happy Halloween!

Lozzy J