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So... what's the craic?

I realised today how long it has been since I blogged.
My attempts to keep up have been pathetic.
I apologise.
I'm uafásach ar fad.
Sorry.

So...
what's the craic?

Well,
Edinburgh is going great.
We both are settling in though it is taking longer to find our niche than we thought it would.
We've started to really make friends which is always great fun
and our flat is really becoming our little haven.
You should come visit.
We would love to show it off to you.



Work is pretty ok,
though we're both thinking of heading on the job hunt again.
I'm simply not earning enough so it will be another job for me as well as what I'm doing now and James has done his time with his employers. I think itchy feet have kicked in. Or it could be the fact that one of his co-workers on hearing that he was with the company nearly four years remarked that he must consider it his long term career. He was not impressed.
But 2012 is in a new city, with new opportunities, new adventures and new hopes and dreams. If you want something bad enough you can make it happen so maybe this change is what we need. A change or a good kick up the arse... whichever comes first!

James and I are having a pretty special month this month.
On February 29th we are together 4 YEARS!
And I get my 1ST ANNIVERSARY!
(I should probably say "we" there shouldn't I... oops!)
How exciting!
We had this wonderful plan to go to London to a show and to visit his sister and her fabulous family who we miss terribly but alas due to various fiscal obligations we have had to give up on that idea. So it was a double disappointment.
We have however decided to go on an adventure.
We don't know where.
We don't know how.
But it will be fabulous.
And as long as we're together on the 29th I don't think either of us particularily cares where we go.
If you have any ideas let me know!

Young Love At Beach

It is funny to think back on the last four years.
Without sounding smug
(but you know I do!)
they have been really wonderful years.
It hasn't always been easy ( I think anyone who has ever encountered a man-flu sufferer knows about those little hardships) but it has always been fun.
It is great to find someone who not only appreciates your foibles but tries to out-weird them with their own!
Ah, now I'm getting soppy.
I'll stop gushing.

So here is to a super February folks!
I'll be good again and get blogging.
Chat soon!
x


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  1. I want to come visit! Edinburgh looks beautiful. Congrats on 4 years!

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