The hills are alive...

I am off to Switzerland. I envisage wine drinking and cheese and chocolate eating as that is what the Swiss do.

They also climb mountains wearing lederhosen singing the hills are alive. Or is that the Austrians?
Anyway, I am loving the Wikipedia description:

The word Lederhosen is frequently misspelled and mispronounced in the English language as "leiderhosen" (literal German meaning: regrettably-breeches) or "liederhosen" (literal German meaning: songs-breeches) and should rhyme with "fader chosen".

Fader chosen...I ask you. It is almost a comedy entry...

I am off to see some friends. She is asking me to bring walking boots and a fleece. There is little need for either of these items in the south of France and I am more a flip flop and shorts type anyway.
I have a huge fear of fleeces - whilst I appreciate they have their uses, I think they should generally be reserved for geeks and retired geography teachers....but that's just my opinion.
Have you ever heard anyone say, 'Look at her trendy fleece!'.

I rest my case.

Instead I have some dodgy sports trainers and a zippy-uppy-tracksuit-toppy thingy of the non shell suit variety. I don't think I needed to clarify that last bit.

We are doing some walking. Allegedly.

There is a small amount of wee on my office chair.

Smarting

Tears have pricked the eyes twice in the last twelve hours. I have felt hurt, shocked and angry on both occasions.
The world can be so evil at times, or perhaps I have a touch of PMT.

When the ex texted the words 'You'll never change' last night, he did not mean this is a good way. Although he may well be right, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, to hear it from him was infuriating.
My eyes started to sting as I teetered on the edge of eye leakage. Of course it hurt, but it was also the humiliation that he could still have that effect.

When an irate client called this morning for a good old rant, I was expecting the torrent of abuse and untruths from this prickly pear. I was calm but firm yet his inability to let me have a word in edge ways was incredibly frustrating.
My opinion was not to be heard and when it was, he was up for a fight on every word.

As I put the phone down, my voice wobbled and I had to disappear to the toilets for some deep breaths, a quick snivel and a harsh word with myself.

The feeling of having been stung on the inside and the out seemingly lasts for hours.
I am sure it will subside by home time.

Under the weather

Booooooo.

It's Friday night and after a quiet week by my standards, I should under normal circumstances, feel ready to rock.

I am not.

The Hot Aussie texted and wants to hook up for a few scoops after work, along with the sister and another guy. Under normal circumstances, this would be excellent news.

My illness, although mild, is constantly evolving and I feel Rubbish. The dizziness and scratchy throat had evolved into an itchy cough, slight feverishness and nausea. My internal thermostat is broken and I feel very moany.

I am unlikely to do myself any favours by going out as my seemingly vacuous brain will have nothing to say for itself.

However, I am going to pop a couple of pills and hope for the best. You never know, I might be able to spritzer my way through it.....and as a former colleague of mine once said,

"If I'm well enough to work, I'm well enough to go to the pub."

Home time!

Yay! I completed my course, passed my exam and actually learnt something. On top of which, it is Officially Friday in about one hour and my little sister has come out to play for 10 whole days. She will be waiting for me in the pub shortly where we will drink wine, laugh a lot and perhaps fall over sometime later.

Amongst all the Interesting Things I have learnt, I have also learnt the following:-

- I have the attention span of a slightly retarded fish
- My bladder is seemingly tiny
- The guy upstairs in marketing in strangely attractive in a French creative sort of way
- I am worryingly addicted to Facebook. More so than initially thought which renders me
some sort of teenager.....I missed it
- I do not know how to spell excercise
- I have been in denial about nibbling my nails for most of my life, it is time to be open
- My beautiful treasured charm bracelet is rattle-y and annoying in a classroom situation

All in all, a productive and educational week.