I just noticed that it was the 9th last time I got around to blogging, sorry about that, didn't think it'd been so long... Much to catch you up on then I guess!
So the ninth was laaaaast..... Tuesday... OK.
Hmm, most of last week I was home alone (oooh no! Monsters and other bad things could'a gotten me!! - Ha ha just kiddin') Mark was up in London, and I was being a reliable Aids Alliance temp worker. The beginning of the week went pretty well, I had confirmation of my interview with Hastings council, so that to look forward to on Friday afternoon. On top of that I was to meet up with Nelly on Thursday night and both Nell and Em on Friday night. Wednesday was a bit of a non event, as with Tuesday and Monday.
On Thursday Nelly came to meet me for lunch in Brighton - was a delicious Caesar salad and glass of red down near the beach for a fiver - not bad at all really for Brighton prices. And then for me back to work again.... Somehow wine at lunch saps that motivation to get back in front of a computer under fluorescent lighting. Anyway, I did well and made it through the rest of the day without a hitch. Nell came and met me after work and we traveled back to Hastings on the train. Not much chop for her as by 5.30pm it's dark here now, so nothing to see out the window - she was doomed to be entertained by conversation with me. Still after not having seen each other for about 9 years there was plenty to catch up on and keep the conversation going.
On the way home we stopped off at the bottle-o for an extra red or two, and to check out the man with the massive boil on his forehead. Good for a laugh, and then up the hill and home. That night we stayed up til about 2am drinking and laughing, generally catching up on the 'lost years' for each of us. Nell has done really well for herself and should be damn proud of what she's achieved. Well done, you go girl! Was brilliant to have that time together uninterrupted.
The next morning the alarm went off all too soon, and I was up with a banging head and a mouth that felt like a kitty litter tray, getting ready for my last day of the working week, and an interview with Hastings council that afternoon. The morning went by in a daze, and helpfully it seemed as though someone was operating my body for me. I certainly wasn't in much of a state to be doing it all on my own. By the time it got around to me having to leave I still wasn't feeling much better, but managed to catch the train and make my way to my interview. I was doing that whole alcohol sweat, and absolutely stank, but no time to do anything about it, it was straight on to the council offices and in for the 'test' and question time. It went really well to my surprise (especially with the hangover and smell) and I think I am in with a reasonable chance, I should know by the end of tomorrow at the latest. At the end of the interview they got up to shake hands and do the whole good-bye rubbish. I was stood there trying to shake hands without lifting my armpit, so a hand shake from the elbow down only. I must've looked like a complete moron... But hey it was either that or knock them out.
By the time I got back from my interview and the other bits and pieces I had to do, Nell was also back from her trip to Marden, where her family name harkens back to. Apparently a 1/2 a horse town, oops no
village, where there is no ATM or much else. Anyway, that's Nell's story and I shall leave it to her. We already had a spare bottle of red left from the previous night, so whilst awaiting Em's imminent arrival from London, we got stuck into that and more nattering about our day, and memories of people from our past. For me it was my interview and good news from my credit card peoples, and her about her all day journey to Marden in Kent.
Before too long Em's train got in and I ran down the hill to meet her and grab some more liquid sustenance on the way back to the flat. Having both Em and Nell around was like relaxing into a favorite old comfortable club chair. I flet so secure and happy with them, we talked about everything under the sun, hopes dreams, the meaning of life and op shopping. Obviously Op Shopping being a very important world issue.......
On Saturday Nell had to get back to London early to meet up with some other buddies of hers there, that apparently she'd put off for the last 2 days to have more time with me and Em - so sweet - love that girl. Em and I finally got our arses into gear around 11ish to stumble down the hill to the local greasy spoon for a hangover breakfast. No mean feat considering we'd again been up all night, gone through 6 bottles of red, and been ill that morning for our efforts. Still some fresh Hastings sea air, and a fry up was definitely the right cure, and put us in the best of moods for the op shopping we had planned for the morning.
We tromped further down the hill to one of the main streets of Hastings where all the op shops are, and began to explore. We came across the best little shop full of crazy bright pink clothes, and awesome records from our teenage years. We spent maybe a full hour flicking through their collection and singing parts of the tracks we remembered as we found them. After clearing them out of all the good stuff and Em promising herself to buy a record player, we made our way back up the road, with the good intention of going home for a cuppa and exploring the old town on the other side of the hill. Yet the lure of the shops had not loosened their grasp on us, and were in no way prepared to do so. So we found ourselves in a number of other stores, laughing and giggling like we were 15 again. Both of us I think ended up buying more than we'd planned, but neither were upset that we'd done so. I definitely needed some retail therapy, and Em is the best comrade for such endeavors!
After realizing the time we'd spent about town, and how tired we were it was quick smart back to mine to unpack our goodies, give Em a haircut, and for Em to get ready for going back to London and doing her weekend work - reviewing bands. It seemed to be all over too soon. Shortly after our tea and Em getting ready it was back down the hill to the train station and time to say goodbye and make those promises to not let another 9 or so years pass until we did it again.
That night I simply crashed, two days on the piss and such an exciting and emotional time took it out of me. I was in bed by about 10 and fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Just as well really, coz I still had all the other things I'd planned for myself that weekend in front of me.
I woke at the fine hour of 8.30am - a sleep in for me these days. Again it was brilliant sunshine and crisp air breezing in from the sea. Soon after breakfast I was out and making my way to the country park. Such magical light and a beautiful day is definitely not to be wasted inside! The views around Hastings are gorgeous, and I find they really inspire and motivate me to get some creative work going. As I haven't been able to get going with my clay work I have instead been doing a lot of writing, and a little photography here and there. I used up the rest of my film, and if the Fates are willing, I should have a few good shots. If not, there's always next time.
I walked through Ecklesbourne glen. Up hill and down dale, past old oak trees with their twisted and ancient limbs, around thickets where rabbits and birds could be heard scratching about, through meadows of soft green grasses and along the breathtaking coast line of sheer chalk cliffs. I spotted many an English bird, saw a few rabbits with their white tails disappearing bounce by bounce into the distance, and absolutely enjoyed my self as I walked about the eerie woods in the fresh morning breeze. Although, because it was such a lovely day with bright blue skies and gorgeous bright sunshine, it wasn't really that eerie... I'm sure there will be many more days that are though as winter gets colder and darker.
I wandered through the old town on the way home, and nosied through a few 'junk' shops. Found some bargains that with any luck will be there next weekend after I have been paid again. The winding streets and bulging walls of the old houses and buildings there are almost as beautiful as the woods of Ecklesbourne glen.
After spending a few hours walking about there I headed home and napped on the couch for a few hours.... Lovely way to spend a Sunday doncha think?
Then I had to get down to some 'work'. I typed up my applications for a few positions with the AIDS Alliance, got together an updated copy of my CV, and sorted out the house so I was ready for the week ahead.
By the time I got through that Mark arrived home from his time away with Ian. It was so nice to see him again, it'd been the whole week that he was away, and I had a pleasant surprise with him getting home earlier than I expected. I gave him the gift I'd found whilst shopping with Em, which he liked (always good) and we settled in for a quiet evening on the couch in front of the drone of TV. A prefect ending to a perfect week!