It’s been a long hard day. And I’ve been working like a dog. No not like a dog, more like a BEAST. It was very busy in the restaurant for most of my shift, as we had a large group for a funeral booked in. I was only meant to work til 4 pm but […]
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Yesterday I was regretting that I didn’t get much exercise over the weekend especially since I hadn’t done much in the past two weeks either (unless you count walking round Dublin for hours). Given that my evenings after work these days are jam-packed with this blogging malarkey and the business course I’m doing (which together […]
I’m tired and sleepy after pizza and wine so I really don’t want to sit down at this computer and write another post. Why everyday??? Why?! And yet, there does seem to be some part of me that has a teeny-tiny bit of indomitable willpower and that part of me has me here now, however reluctantly. […]
Today was another good day can you believe it! That’s three days in a row now; where did cranky, moody, restless, tired, depressed, crying Liz disappear to?! (Wherever it is, I hope she stays there!) I woke at nearly 9 am, quite late for me, having optimistically set my alarm for 8 am. However my […]
Today was another good day. Wonder Woman was around this time for sure – if I didn’t have a streak of her inside I’d never have survived the restaurant shift today. I’m currently so pooped I can barely drag one foot in front of the other. Fridays, ah Fridays… In every restaurant, there’s always one day […]
Today was a good day. Not that anything spectacular happened. I didn’t have a Wonder Woman day where I ran a marathon before work or drank a litre of wheat-grass juice for breakfast (eeeeeewwwww!). Nope, today I was a ‘last-minute, totally-average woman’. I just managed to squeeze in a deliciously hot shower before leaving the […]
Today was an odd day. It started with a topsy-turvy emotional morning that had me bawling like a baby in my husband’s arms for ten minutes (you know that completely inexplicable spontaneous heart-break that just comes on you out of nowhere? That kind of crying. Of course it’s not really out of nowhere, it’s most […]
I want to go back to Paris. Why? Because it’s Paris. Duh. Ok ok, so maybe you’ve never been (what is wrong with you? I assume that you’ve been locked up your entire life and just released now and find yourself reading this. Otherwise… well, there is no otherwise you crazy fool, just go already). […]
(Day 9) I get excited by pretty things: pretty stickers, pictures, buttons, notebooks – especially notebooks; TK Maxx and Waterstones are dangerous shops for me to enter. It’s the same story when I’m in an Art shop, ruffling through quirky stickers and badges, sweet purple feathers, glossy decorated pages… There is one serious problem with […]
The problem is that 99.9% of life can’t be controlled. No matter how hard you try to scrutinize and micro-manage every last detail (and trust me I’ve tried) life is mercurial in it’s abilities to completely shift course in milli-seconds.
Coffee and Scribbles 