My ambulance ride

I don’t do things by half do I? So I had a lovely day for my birthday, really lovely. And then I went to bed and woke up in the night with a fever. Add to that a soaring temperature and a numb face – deep joy. Thank god I live with my family, I’d have been terrified if I lived on my own, I can’t cope with illness at all. When I woke up in the morning I felt much better, until I fainted in the kitchen and knocked my head. Cue a call to 999.

Turns out I have a viral infection coupled with tonsillitis. My timing is, as always, perfect. I have no idea if I’ll be having my drinks come Friday – I may put it off a week just in case.



I’m gonna party like it’s my birthday

It’s my birthday today! I’ve been on this blue planet for 28 years and it’s been a fabulous day so far. After never-ending hurricane like conditions, the sun came out to play. I’d had a weekend of loveliness. On Thursday (my date with Mr Double-Barrel was cancelled) I met with Miss Yoyo, who is newly introduced to my blog. We had a nice meal, some wine, and then spent Saturday afternoon hunting for an outfit for my birthday drinks. Saturday night was spent with Miss America who gave me a full body massage and a chance to properly catch up with my dating antics over a bottle of wine. Yesterday I went to see the AMAZING Foster The People and shook hands with the lovely Zach Braff. Mr Music was supposed  to come along but cancelled due to work commitments. All I can say is – he missed out. Today, I’ve been at work and am now chilling out with Gym-Buddy who’s treated me to a chinese meal, beer, another massage is on the cards and we’re settling down to watch the Manchester City/United derby. We’ve got a couple of bets on so hopefully the scoreline will go our way! Not a bad way to spend my birthday hey?

I have drinks to celebrate my born day on Friday and Mr Double-Barrel will be coming along. I’ve got the sexy outfit and a killer pair of heels ready to be purchased. When I think back to my birthday last year, I can’t believe the difference a year makes. For a start I was ill with a stomach bug, but even after that, nothing special was done. No birthday drinks, no celebrations, just run of the mill stuff. This year will be very different. So far it’s great, and I’ll be heading back up north at some point in May to spend a second birthday mash up with MOD. I can’t wait…

I want it NOW!

I have a horrible, horrible personality trait. It’s called impatience. Anyone who knows me knows this. If I want something I want it like yesterday. When I wanted my last tattoo, I drew it and got it done the next day. When I wanted my lip re-pierced, I had it done within 24 hours (I’d have done it on the same day but I was a bit tipsy). Being impulsive is in my blood.

They say patience is a virtue and if that’s the case then I’m definitely one virtue down. If I decide to do something, I do it, and if I don’t get the opportunity to do it within a few days, I’ll drop the idea until my next round of impulsiveness. Right now, my three ‘wants’ are:

  1. My holiday. After spending yesterday looking at flights and stuff for a week in Ibiza, I want to book it like, NOW. I don’t want to have to wait another couple of weeks until payday because…well, because I don’t want to. I want to get the flights booked so I know that my first girls holiday (shocking at the age of almost 28) is definitely happening. That and I want to book tickets to see David Guetta at Pacha.
  2. I want the guy I bought tickets off to see The Maccabees next week to hurry up and send them because I don’t want to have been ripped off.
  3. I want Mr Music to arrange his bloody birthday drinks already, I don’t want to have to wait much longer because a – I’m beginning to think I maybe imagined what happened last weekend and b – I’m bloody horny.

It’s not a good thing to be so impatient all the time, I know. I generally hate waiting around for other people because I tend to do things straight away and I find it hard to comprehend the way other people can be so aloof about stuff. I don’t get why some people are sooo slow. Like, why does it take five minutes to get money out the cash machine? You put your card in, enter your PIN, select the amount, grab the money and go. Yesterday the woman in front me was standing there for ages. Was she mentally calculating how much she’d spent over the last few days, because there’s a mini-statement option that will calculate that for you. Grrr.

Having said that, my impatience can be a bloody great thing too. I go after what I want and I bloody well get it, I don’t wait for it to be handed to me, which I think is a valuable life lesson.

If only all these things could just hurry up and arrive…