Last week was busy. Wednesday we went to a BBQ at friends Phil and Alison’s house, and my eye oozed the entire time. I had gone running earlier that day, and thought I had something shoot into my eye. I cut the course short by a mile, ran to the car and started digging into my eye. I’m not sure if this caused it or just made it worse. Needless to say, seven hours later, my eye was still crying and felt like an eyelash had a tiny dagger and was digging with all it’s might. Jock thinks it might have been a trapped nerve. I think I was a good circus act for the night though. Don’t know what happened with rugby or football, but everyone else seemed to be having a good time. I just ended up drinking too much wine. Woke up the next morning, and it was all gone – except my head was pounding a bit.
Friday night, we went to an Oasis concert. Luckily, had no pee thrown on me, as Jock assures me is the usual case for most British concerts. How gross!
Jocko and MAL
Saturday, we had a BBQ. It rained as the BBQ was being put on, but Jock succeeded in cooking the hamburgers at our neighbor, Fred’s house.
Sunday, we watched canoes race by the harbour. Absolutely gorgeous outside.
This week I’m mostly looking forward to cracking out more of my book. I’m finally through the hardest part of starting it (although I have a niggling suspicion that editing might be even harder). I went back through the first forty pages and realized I had left a lot of holes in parts. I would mention something, and then not completely fill in all of the layers. I’m afraid of being boring and going on and on – which people who read my blogs might actually think I do too much of anyway.
Looking forward to seeing some Americans soon – never thought I’d be saying that, but as much as I try to believe I’m not, I am indeed an American. This weekend I’ll be seeing a friend of mine from Paris – Charles. We studied in Paris together only to find out we were from the exact same town in Baltimore. I never thought I’d travel to a foreign country only to meet someone from Towson. We became good friends, and now he’s traveling with his boyfriend to London for his birthday this weekend. Brunch, some pub crawling, and a day in London. Courtney will hopefully come to visit me soon as well – hey, Court?!
Time for me to go back to the book. But not before I speak about the grass.
Four more days of sunshine in England makes me happy. The grass grows so quickly here. Every week it needs a good cutting After letting it grow for the entire first month we lived here, it took another month to actually cut the entire lawn (or garden as they say – I don’t see how a backyard can be called a garden. There aren’t flowers growing everywhere!). It’s a bad idea to let grass grow for a long time – I would never know because the last time I cut a lawn was when I was 11 and trying to earn money to prove to my mother that if we got a dog, I would be responsible for it. She let me have the dog after I mowed a sufficient amount of lawns, and now 15 years later she is still taking of my deaf, blind and pussy lump-ridden terrier.
Phew, glad I got that off my chest.
P.S. Stay tuned for information on a hip, young book club we are starting.
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