It’s Friday and I’m so pleased this week is over! Maybe I’ll actually get to enjoy this weekend now that I’m no longer constantly attached to an ice pack…
Dear wisdom teeth. You’ve been out of my mouth for over a week now and I’ve yet to eat a non-soft meal. This ordeal better be over soon!
Dear food. I am sooo looking forward to eating you properly again! Pizza, crisps and other hard and crunchy things, here I come!
Dear goal weight. It seems I have actually achieved you. Looks like the wisdom teeth extraction diet was the way to go. (And no, I do not recommend this as a way to lose weight!)
Dear weather. Is all this rain really necessary? Please could you send just a little sunshine soon-ish?
Dear readers. Thanks for sticking around through all the wisdom teeth posts. I promise to change the subject now… as soon as I find something else to write about! Being ill limits opportunities for blog-worthy news, I’m afraid…
Dear weekend. Hello! Nice to see you again. Let’s spend some quality time together, okay? (That means no rushing by before I’ve even properly registered that you’ve begun!)
This has been one of the longest weeks of my life (colleague on holiday + large translation job = stress) but it still seems like only two minutes since the last time I posted Friday letters. With only nine days left until the end of September, I find myself wondering once again where on Earth this year has gone!! And it’s showing no signs of slowing down. *Sigh*. Anyway…
Dear friends (and boyfriend). Thank you for the amazing “bee-day” party. It was a lovely surprise.
Dear Amazon seller. Please hurry up and send me my goods so I can post them to England in time for my little brother’s birthday…
Dear little brother. I cannot believe you’re turning 7 already! I remember you as a tiny baby who had to stay in hospital for weeks because you came way too early. Time flies!
Dear weekend. I am hoping you will be less hectic than the last one! No plans for you so far… other than the usual shopping/cooking/cleaning, that is…
Dear boyfriend. I basically haven’t seen you this week, so I’m pleased we’ve made a few tentative plans for September. I just hope we can find the time to finalise them!
That’s all folks. My lunch break is over. Have a great weekend! (I’m including Ashley’s button although she probably won’t be hosting Friday’s letters for a while seeing as she’s just had a baby and all!)
This is the last time I’ll be writing Friday letters as a twenty-something. Let’s all take a moment to consider that, shall we? …… …… ……
OK, enough considering. On with the letters!
Dear twenties. You were an interesting decade. I graduated with 2:1 for my Bachelor’s degree, completed a Master’s, spent a year abroad in Germany, lived in Austria for ten months… then moved back to Germany, both loved (in Austria) and hated (in Germany) being a language assistant, decided I wanted to be a translator, completed a year long internship, worked for a not-so-nice company before finding my current job (which I’ll have been at for 4 years in September), travelled a lot, became an older sister for the third time… aged 23!, lost some friends, found out some other people never were friends… but also gained some friends who are way more amazing than those other people ever will be!! It’s been a rollercoaster, but overall the highs have outweighed the lows. I wonder what the next ten years will bring?
Dear readers. Sorry that first letter was so long! I hope you’re still with me 😉
Dear Frauenarzt. (Oh, alright – gynaecologist for the non-German speakers amongst you ;-)) Thank you for being so nice and patient… and from understanding that the scary Frauenarzt chair of doooom is kind of disturbing if you’ve never seen one before! (Yes people, I actually did it… I went and got my smear test done in Germany and lived to tell the tale!).
Dear work. I’d appreciate it if you could be less busy next week! I have two days off and I’d prefer not to spend the evenings of the other three doing overtime to catch up…
Dear Googlers. (Yes, that is a word!) Why have so many of you have found my blog recently by searching for “Tina Dico pregnant”? I’m just a fan… I have no idea whether she’s pregnant or not! She did have a baby last year though…
Dear Rocky Horror Show. I’m excited to see you on Sunday, but also intrigued as to what you’re going to be like in German!
Right, that’s it. I have things to do now. Have a great weekend everyone!
It’s Friday again, and that means it’s been a whole week since my mam’s birthday! It doesn’t seem like that long. Yet, at the same time, at work it feels like I never had a holiday. I came back to the same translation I was working on before I left and some news that I can’t really share because it’s somebody else’s business, but which means I may be the only English translator at our place come February. If you’re thinking that will probably mean even more work for me… you’d be right! Oh well, on with the letters. I have rather a lot of them today!
Dear T. I’ll have been your godmother for exactly two weeks on Sunday and I still couldn’t be prouder to have been selected. Keep on being adorable!
Dear August. How are you here already? I’m not ready for you yet!
Dear today. Could you have gone any slower? I almost cried this morning when I checked the time and saw it was still only 10:30…
Dear suitcase. I’m soo happy to have you back, with the birthday presents from my family and – more importantly – English junk food. My friend may have gone overboard with the Galaxy chocolate (in various different types), Mini Cheddars and Monster Munch, but not to worry… it will all get eaten!
Dear sleep. Please can we have a catch up this weekend? I don’t remember what it feels like not to be tired! (Even in England, I was up before 9 every day because the sun came shining in my window every morning and by 8 it was far too hot to sleep!)
Dear cross stitch. I wish I wasn’t so slow at you! The baby is due this month and I still don’t have a recognisable picture…
Dear summer. I know everyone was complaining about all the rain and cold weather about a month ago, but does it really need to be this hot?!
Dear Smashed Lemon clothing. Why does all your stuff have to be so nice? The new dress I ordered from you came yesterday and I still have at least three things on my wish list!
Just one letter this Friday, to my mother who turns 50 today.
When I said I would be attending your 50th birthday while in England, a lot of people were surprised. Other people my age have parents who are already in their 60s… sometimes even late 60s. But you always were younger than most of my friends’ parents. Mostly, I thought that was a good thing – you were always so much more fun than those other stuffy, responsible adults, and now I’m older I love that I can go out for a drink or a shopping trip for you and actually feel like we have something in common. But our relationship hasn’t always been this great. For a lot of my childhood, my sister and I were basically left to raise ourselves (and later I helped raise my brother). I was 8 the first time I made tea for the three of us (sausages, chips and beans!) and started babysitting at around the same time I started secondary school. Even before that, one of the local teenagers would come and look after us every Friday and Saturday night. For a long time, I resented that. Looking back now, as an almost 30 year old, I still can’t 100% agree with everything you did back then, but I can certainly understand it a lot better. Going from living at home with your parents in the place you’d been brought up to being an army wife and new mother in a strange town within the space of 6 months can’t have been easy for you! And no matter what you did “wrong”, you always came through when it was important – whether it was baking a cake for the school fair, showing up to cheer us on at sports day, providing money (that we technically didn’t have) so I could go on school trips or driving me to and from sea cadets every Friday. And throughout everything else, I don’t think any of us ever doubted that you loved us. HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY MAMMY! Here’s to many, many more.
Love you! Beverley xxx
Somehow, it is Friday again, and let me tell you I am ready for it! Of course, next week isn’t going to be particularly relaxing (trips to visit the family never are), but at least I get a break from the HUGE translations that have been taking over my days since I returned from Ireland… and will continue to do so after I get back from the upcoming week away.
Dear England. I shall see you in a few hours… for the first time in 10 months!
Dear flights. Please be kind! No delays, no turbulence and please no having to rush for the connection in Amsterdam!
Dear work. I sincerely hope you don’t get any more crazy while I’m away! I am already fully booked until about the end of August…
Dear boyfriend. I’m glad the doctor deemed your stomach ache to me nothing serious and you can still fly to England with me. I’m even willing to forgive you all the stress this morning now that you’re meeting me on the train as arranged 😉
Dear friends/family in England. I will try to see as many of you as possible, but please don’t be offended if I miss you out. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, but a week just isn’t that much time!
Dear readers. I’ve scheduled you a few of posts, but may not be able to visit your blogs or reply to comments until I return. Try not to miss me too much 😉
That’s it from me… it’s nearly time to go catch the train to the airport. Have a great weekend!
I can’t believe it’s Friday again! This week seems to have both dragged and flown by. Dragged because I had so much work and all of it was on the same looooong translation. It gets a little repetetive after a while. But the time also seems to have flown by thanks to the same translation – I lost about four hours last week due to server issues so I’ve spent most of the week panicking that there was no way I could the translation done in time. So that was fun. (In case anyone’s wondering, I did actually get the translation done, but it took me about 8 hours longer than it was supposed to.) As you can probably guess, the weekend is very welcome this week…
Dear sleep. I hope you’ll be around this weekend – you and I have some serious catching up to do!
Dear boyfriend. Thank you for being so supportive of my healthy eating thing… and helping me log the calories when I couldn’t do the maths myself! (41% of 250 expressed as a decimal anyone? It’s beyond my capabilities!)
Dear England. This time next week I’ll be preparing to leave for the airport and catch a flight to you. Very, very excited (especially about the christening)!
Dear Deutsche Bahn. Air conditioning is all well and good, but does it really have to be freezing on my train in the morning? I know it’s hot outside, but that doesn’t mean it has to be like winter inside!
Dear readers. Please could you all sign this petition against the closure of the School of Humanities, Languages and Social Sciences at Salford University. Salford is one of the few UK universities that offers a Bachelor’s in translation, and too many institutions have already closed their language departments. The petition still needs 400 signatures, otherwise I wouldn’t ask you…