Jurgen and I have started jogging together (possibly to counter act said eating habits above!) Its just another activity we do together. We are still novices but we have bought all the jogging perfunctories to avoid strains, pulled muscles and possible stints in hospital. We love it. I kinda think we had visions of us jogging under the moonlight chatting and laughing and enjoying quality time together but instead we are so busy huffing and puffing that we physically cannot talk to each other. So, we just jog for 15 minutes (well we ARE beginners) in silence. But Jurgen assures me that in time, when our lung capacity strengthens, we will be laughing and chatting as we jog for hours......
Work is still a pain in the arse. Four people out on the sick is putting a serious strain on the ones left behind to cover their shifts. I am working 50 hours a week, every week at the moment. It is taking its toll - today Roman went to school and at lunchtime, opened his packed lunch only to find his lunchbox empty. His sandwiches were still in the fridge at home. Jurgs thought I had packed his box, I thought Jurgs had packed his box and neither one of us had bothered. Obviously it was Jurgens fault and it is him who is going to the school tomorrow to apologise. And also to pay the sodding £2.00 for the crappy "hot" meal that they had no choice but to give to my poor, unloved, starving child. God, the shame. You live and learn.....
It is my birthday at the end of the week. 36 years old. Not quite sure how I got to be this old . Its wierd because you dont actually age mentally do you? I mean |I dont feel and more grown up now than I did when I was 18....or maybe its just me. Jurgs is taking me away to an hotel for the night. I am soo excited. A bit of quiet time, just me and him, where we will eat, drink and talk a lot. I like to talk and I like to talk to Jurgs.
I have to go now because I have to cut Jurgens hair. Seriously, I have to cut his hair. My chores never end......
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