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Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tired. Show all posts

Monday, 30 September 2013

Doing stuff

Don't worry, I haven't abandoned my posting. (Haha get it?) Here is a picture of Big Ben. And also a picture of the Houses of Parliament.
I went there on the weekend so that I could say that I have seen it. I've realised that about myself: that I would hate to not be able to say I've tried lots of things. But I don't go on rides at theme parks and I haven't tried drugs. (I started watching Breaking Bad a few weeks ago and could not make it past the first two episodes, but tonight I pushed through...) Anyway you can't visit London and not take a far-away, cloudy & slightly skewif snap of the original source of the tune we can all play on the piano.

I like this photo because it has the London Eye, two cabs (at least I think the white one is a cab?), a red bus, letters on the road and a big building. And a massive crowd of tourists. 

Another thing I know now is that I need at least 8 hours of sleep each night in order to not feel like a zombie the next morning and not yawn all day. I started couch to 5k today and it's a good thing I've got a buddy (competitor) to do it with because it was exhausting! Rosie, you'd better have enough endurance for the both of us because I'd be very inclined not to go through that again. But we will get there! We are the jaguar!

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Hermit mumbles

I had a completely lazy day today. It rained. Welcome to summer! I made a discovery with my aunty on the phone that the average max temp for summer in London is quite similar to the numbers that Brisbane is having... right now. Funny old world.

I was going to go to Camden Markets or go and see Westminster Abbey or something. But I am wretchedly tired and needed one of those nothing days to regain my composure after a long week. London sights aren't going anywhere. Besides, the air show for the Queen's birthday flew right over our house so I could see it from my window. (I didn't realise what it was at first, because the planes were flying so low and they didn't look like passenger planes. I'm not one to freak out about stuff even if it's possible, and the sky was too blue for an invasion, but it certainly came into my head.)

Sorry there's no interesting news, and I know I go on about being tired a lot but if you saw the skin around my eyes you wouldn't wonder. Oh actually I rode in a convertible car yesterday, my host mum has one. The roof was down. That's a first for me. The dad has a porsche, and I guess when I got a lift home from the airport that was my first time in one of those too. I'm such a country kid... Little Man asks me what kind of car I have, and I say "Toyota Camry." One time he said "Oh yeah I've ridden in one of those." "Uh-huh, do you know what they look like?" "Yeah, um, sports car." Mmmhmm. It's a pretty wealthy neighbourhood. There's a stretch limo parked outside the school every afternoon, I have no idea why. Maybe I don't want to know.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Fluff

I am so tired I think I'm beyond feeling it. I have accumulated tiredness which is the worst type because it takes so much longer to get rid of than to gather. I wasn't kidding when I said I wake up at ridiculous hours. The last few days have been 4am, and before that it was 5am and before that since the day I arrived it was 5:30am. Trying not to think about the summer solstice. Eek.
Also my job is pretty exhausting. An afternoon in the park on a beautiful sunny day is absolutely lovely, but also quite tiring and then there's still several hours of duties including cooking, bath routine and washing. At home mums are champions - CHAMPIONS. Don't ever underestimate what they do, because I have a portion of the workload and I'm going to bed at 8 tonight. Sheesh.

I feel like such a dag because I'm wearing a sleep mask. That's how desperate I am for sleep. (Why am I blogging? Don't know. I felt like it. Bedtime is a process.) I tried it for the first time last night and though I got to sleep OK, I woke up and it wasn't on my head anymore. Sneaky me. At least it did half the job. Oh and it's not over my eyes at the moment...

I'm sorry, this is not material that is world wide web worthy. I come from a family of over-sharers. (Can't wait to Skype you guys tomorrow morning! Which is tonight for you but anyway.)

Good
night.