Kiwi Shot

So here is a bit of a diary entry I wrote perhaps about 3 weeks before leaving London.  Since this blog has taken a turn for the emo, I might as well post it.  I guess it’ll be my last post under the category of Life in London.  I’ll follow this one up with a [...]

I haven’t been updating much, mostly avoiding it I think.  This going home thing is just as hard as I thought it was going to be and the denial and avoidance of thinking about it correlates to not wanting to write about it.  I did write out a whole post earlier this month but, meh. [...]

The builders outside my flat who only seem to work between the hours of 7am to 8am. Wondering if they’d let me have a go on what has to be the smallest digger I’ve ever seen in my life.  Knowing they’ll say no. Burning my toes in the shower while I wait for the cold [...]

For serious.  Usually I say oh la la I am giving up alcohol, woe is me, my head, etc, but seriously.  I am giving up wine and making a permanent swap to gin.  Gin was always my first love.  Well that’s not true, vodka was, but you know when you vom up something real bad [...]

When I was a little girl, I liked to write stories.  I was quite an awkward kid and always a little unsure of myself during Primary school years.  I spent a lot of time thinking hard about how best to fit in with my peers and marvelling at how I’d learnt to react to a [...]

Dear Brain, Tonight I would like to not dream about my imminent return to New Zealand.  However, if we have to go down that route for the again for the 100th time this week, can we make it slightly more cheerful.  You’re ruining my day. Signed, Me.

Flatmate:  “We’ve no hot water again” Me:  “What? Why? Is the boiler on?” Flatmate:  “Yes, the boiler looks fine.  It’s the burst pipe coming out of the ground that seems to be the problem” Me:  “…” Flatmate:  “Come have a look at the ankle deep pond in the backyard.  We’re now growing moss on the [...]

Firstly, I’ve a new job, again.  I’m working at a Turkish place with the sweetest people ever.  However, they’ve taken offence to my small size and I swear are trying to fatten me up.  I had a traditional Turkish breakfast yesterday of  bread, tomatoes, white cheese, olives and cucumber which made me giggle as that’s [...]

Holy crap.  You’d think after 2 years of travelling I’d have got the hang of this by now.  NO.   NO, I STILL AM CRAP.  Marcelo and are constantly having very close calls and we’ve missed a plane completely once.  Maybe twice.  I forget. Today, on my way home from Belgium, I congratulate myself for getting [...]

Crap, I think I’ve turned into one those damn hippie “You have to EXPERIENCE the world” bastards.