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Life of Lu 07/07/14


Happy Monday folks!
I am sitting in a wee cafe here in Edinburgh, hiding my ginger pale skin from the most fabulous sunshine. I know, I know, I should be out enjoying the rays and getting my share of Vitamin D but truth be told I wasn't expecting it after our golf ball hailstones yesterday and I'm sunscreen free. Oh! The woes of the freckled folk!

So, what is happening in the life of Lu?




I am enjoying my home life so much right now. My new housemate is a darling, and his other half is rather adorable too. There is nothing better than living in a comfortable house, with a friend you adore. We sing terribly together, cook dinner together (when our schedules match), act like idiots together and laugh nearly all the time. I love it! I think everyone needs a Johnathon in their life. If you don't have one, you should get one. 





Work is going well, really well. The hours can be long but overall I am really enjoying myself. There are times when I wonder if I am really cut out for the world of retail. It can be a very thankless career, but I do like it. 

The big news is that my pal Claire and I are going to Ireland next week! Whoop! Claire and I have been talking about doing this since we met, and finally we are doing it. We are heading to Galway for 2 nights, then I am heading to see my lovely pal Dearbhla and her beautiful family for a night before heading back west for the wedding of my bestest Edel. I can't wait. My Da is my date for the wedding and I know that the two of us are going to be emotional wrecks! One of my favourite people, well two of my favourites actually are coming back for the wedding from America! How exciting! It is going to be an epic week!!!


I am looking forward to showing Claire the beauty that is the west of Ireland. There will be a bit of this


some of this


lots of these 


and the craic will be mighty!
The scenery will be too...




If anyone is free to meet us send me a facebook message. It will be great to have a wee catch up!!


Every post needs to have that burning question. 
I tend to always have a burning question... maybe I'm just a drama queen at heart.
This weeks question is: When does platonic stop being platonic?


Oh, we all know the answer. It stops as soon as you begin to wonder 'hmmmmm?!'

Anyone who has followed this blog knows that I am a serious/serial over thinker.
I think too much, I over-analyse too much.
I am doing it again and it is driving me insane.
I seem to have an inability to just be forward and to speak my mind. 
For someone who is not particularly shy, it is a weird trait to possess.

What happens, what always happens, is I get too wound up about something, don't approach it properly and then I run away from it with my tail between my legs, wondering why it all went wrong. 
Maybe someday, I'll get it right. 
Maybe when it is right, I'll get it right. 
Or maybe, just maybe, he will?
Cryptic huh?

Two of my favourite people got engaged recently! They are having an engagement party this weekend and I can't wait! It is so lovely when you see true love blossom and flourish between two people you like. May they have a life of happiness ahead of them and many beautiful memories to create along the road.

This weekend I am going to the Sainsbury's Summer Series in Glasgow.
I can't wait!
It will be such an amazing experience to watch great athletes taking part in the games before the Commonwealth Games in July. Eeek!!


Have a good week amigos,
Hopefully, I will manage a catch up soon!

Lu xx

Comments

  1. Life is seems so good Lu! I'm so happy about that. Have a blast in Ireland!!! And at the weddings and such. So fun! I'm glad you have Johnathan!

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