Soles and Sorrows.

It's been an odd few weeks.

I haven't done much aside from jobsearching and try in vain to get some sleep (insomnia has decided to piss me off again).
Chloe - my employment advisor - sent me on a couple of workshops all the way in Finsbury Park. The first one, working in customer service, was full of stuff I already knew so it wasn't that helpful. The second one, working in care, was VERY enlightening. The lady running the workshop handed me an application form to begin as a domiciliary care worker with the chance to complete an NVQ and gain new qualifications. It probably doesn't sound very "me" but I think care work could be the way to go. If it doesn't work out then I don't have to carry on doing it.

The main news right now is that I've been trying to keep the Mister's spirits up after his uncle passed away a couple of weeks ago. To make matters worse, his Nan passed away this morning.

Grief is such a hard thing to try help someone through. I told him I'm here day and night if he needs to talk to someone, or needs to cry or shout or whatever else. I suppose that's all I can do really, isn't it?

I want to call him and see if he's alright, but I know from a couple of weeks ago when it happened with his uncle that speaking isn't something he feels like doing. I'm giving him his space but I think a text goodnight may still be a good idea... Just to let him know he's not alone.

From a sad subject to a groovy one. Mister bought me a pressie.
There are a pair of shoes I've been lusting after for months and yesterday he turned up at the door with them. They're 3" heels and I can hardly walk in them but I am more than determined to learn!

(The pictures aren't very Dita, but it's hard to get nice angles on your own)

Ok, strange transition from death to shoes but Mister has said it's perfectly fine to be happy and show them off without any guilt about how he is. He said they're a reminder of an awesome day so he's happy about it.
I've been practising walking in them around the house and I've only managed to fall over once so far. Mum tried to teach me how to walk in them but I didn't look as graceful as she did (then again, I was holding onto things to keep my steady whereas she's well practised in the art of high shoes).

The rest of today has been spent making a cake for my Mum & Dad's silver wedding anniversary. I, yes in heels, made them a chocolate and vanilla marble cake. It took forever and I'm pretty sure my right arm is now much bigger than my left, but it was more than worth it!



I am aware of the fact that it looks a bit like a swirly cowpat, but I have never once claimed to be good at baking. Nor have I ever claimed that I am housewife material...cooking and myself do not mix. It smells amazing. Hopefully it'll taste that way too!


That's it for now.
Mucho love stuffs xx

Love is such a crazy thing...

I admit I was being a moany cow in my last blog entry.

Looking on things I do realise that what I have with the mister is a good and special thing. We've hit rut-type patches a few times since we've been together but we've always worked through it fine and come out smiling. That's a normal part of any relationship (so I'm learning anyway).
The stale feelings usually happen because one of us in on some kind of medication that fucks us up. Mine is making me super cranky lately and his is making him constantly fall asleep. He can be as alert as anything then half an hour after he takes his tablet he's out for the count (seriously, no amount of ear flicks, nose licks or shin kicks can wake him up).

I vented how annoyed I was about it and most of the other stuff. We're going through and working on it again.

All couples go through this stuff and it's all about learning and adapting to what life and growing together throws at us.

So we're alright again.
I've got a clearer head than before!

So, the last week or so have been a bit more eventful.
My psychologist has suggested we both go out to a busy supermarket to figure out my weird fear of certain people (no real discrimination, I just get a vibe of random people that freaks me out). I'm cool with it and since she's a student psychologist it'll be a good thing to put in her work portfolio.
Things with the employment advisor are slow but I'm trying. I went off to some working in retail info session this morning. Turned up an hour early for the thing because my advisor muddled up the times but never mind.

I went to a gig at Cafe De Paris to see the mister's band perform. I was feeling brave enough to work a little black dress and a pair of purple heels. Felt as self-conscious as hell but I got a lot of compliments and the mister loved it (had a cold sore though so couldn't do much about it).

The gig was good and there were burlesque dancers which the whole lot of us REALLY enjoyed.
The best part has to be this guy called Stephen and his attempt at break dancing though. He ran onto the dance floor like a man possessed and started rolling around. Stuff flew out of his pockets and slid across the room, coins shot out and hit fellow gig goers in the legs...it took three of us to collect his stuff and chase after him to give it all back.

The only thing I didn't like was having "STRIP, STRIP, STRIP, STRIP..." chanted at me by a drunken band when sitting in the VIP room waiting for the others to pick up their equipment.
Stephen got pissed at this and decided to jump in front of me and start unbuttoning his trousers at them. They soon shut the fuck up and went into a different room. I like Stephen, that's the first time I've ever met him but he comes across as a weird yet cool guy.

Last Friday I met Radish in the university bar for a few pints and a catch up. He bought three tickets to see Stephen Lynch at Brixton academy that day but our third person, Sake, couldn't make it. After a lot of thinking, we managed to get our friend Biscuit to take the ticket and we'd meet her at the place half an hour before the doors opened.

So Radish and I decided to get the bus to the tube station and, since we ended up being half an hour early, we went into a pub and drank a whole load of wine.

The gig itself was brilliant. A lot of the material was the same as the last time we saw Stephen perform, but it was still a hoot and worth it just to see the look on Biscuit's face. She'd never even heard of him before and had nooooo idea what kind of stuff he sang. Was brilliant.

Sunday was another gig, but with just the mister on the acoustic, a trumpet player and this woman called Neleswa singing. They were amazing. The poet, performance artist and drunk Irish woman weren't.

Yesterday the mister and I FINALLY went out somewhere. We went to see Alice in Wonderland. I thought it was a brilliant film aside from Alice who I found a little too strange. I know it's a Burton film but she was just a little too dazed for my liking.

I don't really have plans for the next few days. I have to dog sit for my parents tomorrow and I've got a stupidly early appointment with my employment advisor on Thursday.
Add a couple of baths, some guitar hero and finishing up reading the diary of a call girl books and that's my week.

I've nagged on.
Take care x