This weekend I met Phil Vickery. My mum is jealous. It's a good thing :)
From just being nosy, going to see what was happening at the Jetty Centre we not only got to eat burgers, toothfish, salsa and a bean sauce made by Phil, but we got to have a chat with him, get filmed doing so, and got our photo taken with him. So on Monday myself, Scott and Ailie were on the BFBS news. Well, it was pretty much just the back of my head. But it's still cool. He's a nice man. And the food was lovely.
It was a busy weekend. What with the Barn Dance, the Pink Pub Crawl, the party at the FIDF, also with Mr Vickery being in the Islands, the first ever Falkland Islands Tourism Awards and the Run Together Run for Life event on Sunday. And winning a huge amount of wonderful veg from Government House in a raffle. I'm keepin my lovely housemates well looked after by feeding them the veg. By feeding them at all actually since they are both very busy bunnies right now.
And I'll tell you what, it's absolutely brilliant having funky coloured hair again. It's like fire....
Or not. It does look cool though. I'm happy with that. Not so happy that I need my eyes checking again, or that soon I'll be going to get a root extraction...one that may break the thin layer of bone between my tooth root and my sinus. I've been told that rarely happens so I'm hoping that I have my usual luck. I'm not a terrifically lucky person, just flukey. Things always look like they are worse than they are. Like when I had a suspected prolactinoma (non-fatal brain tumour), and it turned out that my hormones are just a bit odd and all I need is to take evening primrose oil to level them out. Like when I had to go to hospital to get my lip stud cut out, but they didn't have to cut a hole in my lip as they expected, they just took a long time to break the stud. See, things look like they may be bad, when they end up just being irritating.
Sometimes, I look at my life and realise that there's very little that could change to make it better. I could complain about the awful winter (and I HATE winter) or I could complain about the slight increase in my migraines, or that the house is a mess because I'm not that great at keeping on top of it. But I like to think I'm a bit of an optomist. Winter sucks, but at least I have a wonderful alarm clock that wakes me slowly and nicely. My migraines might have increased but I still only have one every other month or so, not so many really. The house tends to be a mess, but in a few weeks time Scott and Ailie won't be working quite so much so I'll see them more and they'll help with the house more.
I love my job, I love how I look right now, I love my social life, I love my sewing kit, I love life in the Falklands, and I love knowing the endless possibilities that are out there for me.
And I love showing off how great things are :)
