I haven’t done this in a while for various reasons – spontaneous trip to England, nothing to say, being too busy to post… but now I think it’s time to reinstate Friday letters!
Dear Deutsche Bahn. I really don’t appreciate you suddenly reversing the order of my train after I’ve been taking it for nearly 5 years! Now, instead of going straight into carriage and taking a seat, I have to walk through half the train to find one that’s free. And when I arrive at my destination, I’m so far down the train that I have to walk half the length of the platform to reach the stairs – previously, the door I got out of was right next to them so I could go straight down and out of the train station. It may seem trivial to you, but it’s greatly annoying to me. Not cool, DB, not cool.
Dear weather. So, you’ve been beautiful all week while I was working, and now the forecast for tomorrow is cloudy with a chance of rain. I was planning on taking my March trip for the 12 trips challenge, but I’m not sure I’ll bother now. Thanks so much, weather gods!
Dear Sunday morning. I’m very much looking forward to you. Full Irish breakfast at the pub? Yes please!
Dear work. I would much rather be busy than have nothing to do, but I would appreciate it if next week could be just a little less full! The last few days have been crazy.
Dear tea. Once again, you have been my saviour this week. I ♥ tea!
Dear readers. Have a fabulous weekend… and I hope the weather where you are is better than ours is forecast to be!
Posting on my blog has been a bit sporadic recently. I do apologise! Cross stitching like mad was the main culprit. I really needed to get the finished article in the postbox before the first collection this morning to be in with even a slight chance of it being delivered on time (the wedding is tomorrow), but despite staying up until midnight last night, this is as far as I got:
I will still complete it tonight and get it sent off first thing tomorrow morning, but the earliest it will arrive now is Monday. Most disappointing! I suppose more cross stitching and less going to the Irish Pub for the Champion’s League final would have helped…
Anyway… it is Friday again, and that means it’s time for some letters.
Dear Dublin. This time next Friday I will be boarding a flight to you! So exciting.
Dear weather Gods. I very much appreciate you sending the sun out to play yesterday for the fourth (and final) holiday of May, but was it really necessary to follow up be chucking buckets of rain at us today? Sitting at work with wet legs was not fun!
Dear waist measurement. Why aren’t you getting any smaller? I know I haven’t exercised quite as much as I was intending to, but it’s definitely an improvement on before!
Dear boyfriend. Thank you for taking pity on me on Monday (when I ended up working for an extra hour and half after arriving home) and suggesting we order pizza so I wouldn’t have to cook. Love you.
Dear self. Pizza (and brownies and other treats) are probably the explanation for the waist measurement thing. Just saying….
OK, that’s all. I need to go and have a cup of tea then decide what on Earth I’m going to cook tonight. Happy weekend folks!
We seem to have gone through every one of the seasons this week. There’s been baking hot sun, light drizzles, chucking it down while still being unbearably hot, fog and even thunder storms – three evenings in a row. And on Saturday (which isn’t part of this week I know) we had 10 minutes of hailstones the size of small pebbles. The only thing missing is snow (better not say that too loudly though – the weather Gods might hear me!). It’s most annoying. What exactly do you wear when it’s 2 degrees and chucking it down outside in the morning but may well be 17 degrees and thundering or 22 degrees and cloudless by the time you leave work? And while we’re on the subject, how on Earth are you supposed to hold an umbrella while carrying two heavy bags full of food shopping? Answers on a postcard please.
By the way, the boyfriend has now been away over a week (he left last Wednesday) and I’ve heard from exactly once… when he landed. He has to let me know when he lands somewhere otherwise I worry! But other than that… not a peep out of him. I know calling/texting me from LA might be a leetle bit expensive and it’s probably unreasonable of me to expect him to text when I haven’t but that doesn’t mean I have to like it, does it? I never thought I would live to utter (or rather write) these words but… roll on Monday!
Apparantly it’s snowing in the Black Forest. Actually, it’s been snowing up there for about 3 weeks, but apparantly now the snow has moved down. Presumably that means it’s not only snow at the top of the mountains now.
So did I ever mention I live near the Black Forest? Not near enough though apparantly – here it’s been raining non-stop for 2 days. The weather forecast for today is – yup, you’ve guessed it – rain. I’d almost rather have the snow, even if it is only October and therefore (in my eyes) still autumn. Snow should be reserved for winter. But then again, I think rain should be reserved for early spring (to help the new plants grow) and days when I don’t have to go to work. It’s not like the weather gods have ever listened to me though. Not even when I was very young and would say the rhyme:
Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day.
Or alternatively: Rain, rain go to Spain,
Never, ever come again. (The idea being that Spain was too sunny for its own good and desperately needed our rain as well as its own)
It’s probably a good job the weather gods never paid any attention. If I’d had my way the UK would be waterless and Spain constantly flooded.