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That Friday Feeling!

You know, this week was a rollercoaster of a week.
But thankfully it has gone out on a good note!
For no particular reason
it just feels good!
Scratch that! I know the reason!
I'm off all weekend!
Whoop!!!!

Scotland was hit by a whopper of a storm last night.
Thankfully no major damage was done our side of the tracks.
But it was a perfect excuse to cuddle up under the duvet!
These early starts (5.30 am for me and 7am for James)
are not doing our internal clocks any favours
Last night we were both asleep by 7.45.
We're like an old couple
and we're still in our flippin 20's!

I've decided to revive my fuck it or fix it mantra.
I was so mopey and down during the week.
I annoyed myself so I'm sure the rest of you didn't appreciate it one bit.
Today I'll say it loud and proud.
Fuck it or fix it!
If you can't fix it, then fuck it!
If you can fix it then stop complaining and get on with it!
It is amazing how empowering a little swear word can be every now and then.
Though I have to be really vigilant here when I talk...
I didn't realise just how colourful (Irish style) my language had become!
I'll have to clean my mouth out with soap and water one of these days!!

Christmas is around the corner.
It really crept up this year didn't it!
It is going to be a busy Christmas for James and I workwise.
But it means that we will have a nice start to the new year.
So I'm not going to complain!
Once I can get a bit of turkey in me I'm a happy camper.
And bacon of course.
And brussels sprouts.
You've got to have sprouts.
Yum!

So folks!
Enjoy the weekend,
I hope it will be super!
xxxxxxx

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