Memoirs Of A Graduate

I'm lying back and taking a break following two straight weekends of working on the bedroom; and can breathe with a sigh of relief that apart from a bit of minor clutter, it is complete. Granted there's still the spare room to start and stuff but I feel so much better knowing the bedrooms done at least.

I can't really believe it's only been a week since we left the flat; it feels so much longer. I do miss living in town, I forgot how much I hate buses. I will definitely be renewing my car insurance soon! Trains I can live with. They never seem as bad, maybe it's just because they're quicker and more direct. But buses, I can't spend much more time sitting in a tin can of screaming children, abusive mouthed chavs and people who smell like an onion. Particularly if despite there being plenty of free seats on the bus they choose to sit next to me.

Work is going well, the workload has increased so I seem to be permanently busy but I guess its better than being bored. I'm really starting to bond with some of my colleagues too which is really nice. Though it is a little consuming. Things I've always taken for granted like going for a pint in the day; nipping in to town to shop, being free to do a shoot. Now I have to sort of restrict myself to weekends and evenings which kind of sucks but I guess that's life!! Saying that I did a shoot on Saturday. It was my first in a while given all the madness of moving. I've got quite a few lined up now though, one with the lovely Viliam which I'm tremendously excited for both just for the concept behind it and in general working with her. Then one involving a rather dramatic haircut, yes it's finally happening people - I am leaving my hair in the (hopefully) capable hands of Hooka hairdressing.

Some more pics up available here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sally-Davies-Model/209937932363383

Apart from that life is fairly quiet. I haven't seen much of anyone which is the biggest thorn in my side. Living with Charl I at least had the connection there, and I was round the corner from Sam and I guess the location was easy for people to just drop in. The move has left me feeling a little isolated; though now the bedroom is done I'm freeing up my weekends for socialising, and for once I actually have the money to enjoy it. The 27th is drawing closer and I'm really excited. Jake and I are celebrating three years together. To be it seems too small a number, has it really only been three years? It feels like more. But a meal in Alma De Cuba followed by a Plan 9 gig with everyone we've spent the past few years with seems like a good way to celebrate.

I think that's everything? In good news the riots have seemed to stop. In bad news, what little 'summer' weather we had also seems gone. I'm not ready for winter yet. My feelings are strongly torn between flying to a hot country, most likely Thailand, for the next 6 months, or hibernation. If I choose the latter then feel free to wake me on the rare warm days we do get, and maybe Christmas.

Sun or sleep, I ain't fussy.