Life of Lu 20-05-2012

Howdy folks!

It is time for another sporadic catch up on the Life of Lu!

We have finally hit the six months in Edinburgh mark and what a six months it has been!

The city is getting more and more beautiful the closer we get to summer.

I especially love all the cherry blossoms!

Our little flat is so full of books and clutter as though we have been there for years

(it is the curse of the AMAZING charity shops that Edinburgh keeps shoving in my face. 50p books? Bring it on!) and we have even started to get to know our neighbours.

Strangely I don't think I ever really knew my neighbours in Galway, not until the month before we left at least!

The big news of the month is that

I really, really am enjoying it.

Which is super!

My colleagues are fabulously nice (I've been so lucky with colleagues since I moved here)

and the job allows me to use my brain a heck of a lot more than my last job did.

I also get to wear purple daily.

What more can I say?

Fabulous!!

My love of twitter has grown enormously in the past month.

Last week, I received a private response from the QI elves which not only entertained me but made me giggle like a school girl.

THEN...

I saw that the uber talented singer Duke Special was in Edinburgh and he replied to my tweet telling me that he was playing in town that night. I don't think I have ever dressed myself so quickly in my life. The boy and I arrived at the gig about 15 minutes before he started and danced our little socks off! It was super. I unashamedly drooled over his unbelievably sexy Northern Irish accent. I think James may have too to tell the truth. For the entire weekend I sang his tunes. How I wasn't hit across the head by I colleague for the sheer trauma of my warbling I'll never know...

I have started writing again. Properly. It feels amazing!

I have a wonderful muse called Amanda who is giving me tight deadlines.

Fingers crossed you'll get to see something soon.

Whoop!

Also, check out these amazing cards!

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Brenworks/147599581928689

They are available in ABC Bookshop in Corbett Court and as a firm fan I suggest to get them and then send them to me!! The sunflower one already sits happily on my windowsill!

That reminds me:

Thanks to everyone who has sent me lovely cards and letters!

You know I am a sucker for them!

I promise to reply asap.

Keep them coming!

Comments

Ah November. You have returned.

I woke up this morning with a dullness in my heart that I normally don't have in the morning.
On my mornings allocated to sleep in I resemble a sloth blissfully unaware of life in a cocoon, but on a normal morning I wake up with a bit of a bounce. I start my day with a bit of shower time karaoke. I dance around the bedroom as I get dressed for the day. I have a great time. ( Jeez, as I write this I suddenly appreciate Stuart's morning patience a little bit more! Ha!) Anyway, the point being, despite a very early bed time last night I woke up a wee bit deflated.

Then I remembered that my old nemesis November has returned.
I did a quick calculation. Marguerite would be 32 next week.
32! Being 32 was one of my favourite times.
Another quick calculation, Marguerite will be gone 15 years this month. 15 years. 2 more years and she will be gone as long as she was with us.
Every November is a little bit easier than the last. Of course it is. Time is a wonderful healer.
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I have started this blog post four times now.
I think that is a new record for my procrastination.
I didn't do a New Year blog, and my previous versions of this were a look back on 2019.
I'll be very honest, I don't want to look back on 2019.
I want to put it in a box, and seal it away forever.

There were some fabulous moments. Of course there were! I got engaged to the most wonderful man I have ever known. I witnessed the weddings of some of my best friends. Babies were born. There was an abundance of soft play, cuddles and karaoke.

For me, 2019 will mostly remind me of being ill. It was a huge part of the year. The worry consumed me for the majority of the latter half. I now know more about hypertension, blood pressure, kidney function and kidney failure than I ever thought necessary.

It sucks being ill. It sucks knowing that you have an illness that will never go away. It doesn't feel fair. If I am very honest with myself I went into a little bit of a pity pit for a w…

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On this day, 14 years ago, the world lost a little bit of its magic, when at 11pm, my little sister took her final breath and life changed as we all knew it. She was only 17 years old. 17 years and 19 days to be exact. As I sat here today reading all the lovely messages written about her, my heart soared with pride in the fact that in her short time with us, she managed to have such a big impact on so many people. Marguerite Mary O'Dwyer, an ambassador for mischief, mockery and for having a marvellous time. I miss her so much.

It is funny how every year there is something different that I focus on for the anniversary. I never choose my train of thought, I think the year since the last anniversary chooses it for me. Last night, I got fairly plastered on wine and when my other half went to his bed, I sat and sang along to every sad song I could think of. I had a wee chat with Mags before I went to bed and woke up this morning well rested and ready to seize the day.
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