Holidays and downtime
Well since my last oh woe is me post I must say my mood has improved a lot. I don’t really do navel gazing very well despite what my horoscope claims about us fabulous Leos so I do apologise for the last post. No more of that sort of meanderings. The weekend away was fabulous. Just what myself and Mammy2 needed and I guess we didn’t realise how much we needed some downtime. Offline, no phones and only each other for company. It was great. We got a good deal on a nice hotel in the wilds of Laois. Yes, I did say Laois. It had a restaurent, a bar and a spa. We didn’t need to leave the hotel at all. The first day down there though I was restless and finding it difficult to switch off so I took a walk whilst Mammy2 got lots of pampering in the nearby Spa. I heard the words exfoliating and massages and I was gone.
Me and personal spaces = not good. I’m not one of those touchy feely types and will jump feet if approached for a hug so good luck with that. It was interested being ‘down the country’ again.
Whilst I love the country I can only handle it in small doses. Too much of a city girl now for the small town attitudes. The knowing everyone and what they are up to. I never liked it when I was a country girl and am still not a fan of it. It works for some people. Not for me. The local pub was great fun that evening when we headed to watch the Leinster game. Signs you are growing old is when you are out for a night and the locals all look like they have just left the nearby Youth Club and have dropped in on their way home. I am not exageratting when I say there wasn’t one of them older then 21. There was of course a soccer game on and so all the males in the vicinity gathered around the telly to shout abuse at the television. I thought it was abuse, it could have been words of encouragment for the team they support. I never got the mad support for soccer that seems to permeate through our wonderful country. Mammy2 has tried explaining it to me but even with diagrams and moving tales of dad’s coaching local teams and mam’s ironing jerseys I still don’t get the fascination. Now GAA is a whole different ball game..did you see what I did there? I am hilarious. Well I entertain myself constantly which is enough for me. Leo? Me? As if 
Tonight tis dinner with the rentals if Mammy2 is up to it. She’s been under the weather the last day or so. I think the downer of coming back from hols and another failed attempt might
be taking its toll on her. She’s heading to the doctor tomorrow when she has more energy. The kid has been sending me very funny txts from her portfolio course. A conversation
about how boring her course is. Par example:
“Its just so boring! I have 4 objecfts out of 6, I have a pattern between them all, but i’m confined to linear drawings of f***king garlic. HOW MANY ANGLES CAN A VEGGIE HAVE?!”
She’s not finding the course too challenging at the moment. I’m sure it will take up. We’re also having a nightmare with the VEC and the whole maintenence grant fiasco. Basically suddenly they want to know what I earn because I’m her guardian. For the best part of 4 years they did everything in their power to not acknowledge me as her guardian and now suddenly they are all over us being happy families? Its a pile of piss..I won’t start ranting else I’ll turn into a little ball of negativity and we don’t want that.
