I am moving to London, next month! Holy hell it has crept up. Admittedly, it is the end of next month, but I still have bucket loads to do and a social calendar that is going to be a struggle to keep up with! I know, listen to it; “wank wank, people want to see me, I’m so popular“. It’s only because I’m leaving. That, and they’d like somewhere to stay when I get myself settled. I know the truth.
June is always a busy month for me, what with three family birthdays (including my own *wink*), my best friend’s birthday and a few girlfriends from high school also celebrating theirs. Usually a weekend at the snow is thrown in too. I think this year I could be failing on that one, I just don’t think I’ll have the funds or a weekend to spare.
I also still have a list as long as my arm of things I need to get done, I wont bore you with the details, but it’s stuff that wont sort itself! This list of course doesn’t include the giant list of work I need to finish off before I leave. Work is not easing up at all, and I’m hoping like hell that my replacement I train up is on to it and can ease some of the load.
I was also hoping to lose an extra 5kg before jet-setting off, but the dedication that takes could be sucked up into something else I fear. Maybe it will just drop off as I rush around? I know, I’m dreaming. I’m more likely to gain an extra 5kg from the socialising and copious amounts of wine I’m drinking to cope. I just
tell myself make up excuses that I’m warming up for London, I’ll be a pro at the pubs by my arrival date.