Generally speaking, this week has been a pretty slow week.
Everyone was in the post Christmas no-man’s land between Christmas and New Year’s celebrations.
I’m not back at work just yet, Lydia was with her family while they’re still visiting, the boys were in Sydney and I hadn’t seen much of Louisa.
I’m not adverse to doing things on my own, but a lot of the really touristy stuff I want to do, I want to do with someone.
That being said, I’ve picked out my awkward and awesome moments for the week.
Anyone who knows me, knows how accident prone I am.
A cursory glance at this blog and you’ll see that within 2 months of starting my new life in Australia I’d managed to seriously hurt myself again.
The face however, is a new one.
My week started off with a sleepover at my good friend Megan’s, which included a trip to the aquarium with the girls (very nearly my awesome). It had started to rain as we were leaving, so Phoenix Park was out, but we drove past a playground on the way home that the girls liked the look of, so we stopped off to play. I was only having a potter about, my main concern being my shoulder, not wanting to dislocate it again, I wasn’t running full pelt at anything and only clambered about the park with half the excitement I was feeling inside.
At some point, someone suggested a game of tig.
I’m known for being competitive.
I’m known for getting too excited and hurting myself.
I’m known for being accident prone.
I was running up the slide away from Tristan (Megan’s husband), who with at 6 foot something cheats with a lot of extra height, tagged me.
I was now it and clocked Cam, the 6 year old at the top of the slide.
Target acquired I ran as fast as I could up the slide, giving it a little extra to get up the final slope and then suddenly: CRUNCH!
A slow burning pain that started off bad and just got even worse flooded across my face and I looked down into my hand to see it full of blood.
Reputation preceeding me, Meg wasn’t too quick to see what the trouble was, assuming I’d just bumped my head a little bit and the girls were over exaggerating.
She climbed up the ladder, laughed and took this photo. Classic Aussie.
To be fair it was hilarious.
I was just glad I didn’t destroy my teeth or my new sunglasses.
Still hurts though.
Still waiting to see if it’s broken.
My awesome comes in the form of a little retail therapy.
I’d gone into the city with Lydia and her little bro, because trundling about shopping on a 40degree day seemed like the most sensible thing to do.
On one of the stands in the market I found this ‘I heart Melb’ shirt and had to get it.
I’m definitely going to cut the collar off (as I do to most of my shirts), but I’m debating sewing the sleeves rolled or cutting them off – either way some modification is going to be done.
Secondly: I drink a lot of coffee.
Like, a lot.
I have a coffee on the go right now. I love the stuff.
Black. Strong. Sometimes sweet depending on how I’m feeling.
(No, not how I like my men…well…no, we won’t go there)
I’d been thinking about getting my own mug for a while, instead of using the ones at the flat, but it seemed like a huge commitment to staying.
I didn’t even have a mug at work, where 50% of my day involved making coffee.
However, when we were in Typo (my new favourite shop, it’s sort of like the Australian equivalent of Paperchase), I found this mug with an ampersand on it and I couldn’t resist.
After quotation marks and ellipses, ampersands are my favourite pieces of grammar and possible the next grammar tattoo I’m going to get, but there’s other little ones I want done first, so in the mean time, this fulfilled my ampersand lustings and cemented one fact very clearly in my mind: I’m here to stay.
Talking to Rory he said it was like buying an engagement ring for a country.
I think I’m ready for that kind of commitment.
In any case, my coffee already tastes better.