Number Five

I am so terrible at this!  I thought I would be on blog number 42 by now.  I have had a recent burst of motivation from the fact that I feel slightly brain dead living here at the moment and I need to do something to make my brain cells start moving again.  Yes, I know, 5 blog posts ago I was very happy and excited.  But that was over a year ago and I would like to say a lot has happened since then, but it hasn't, and that is the problem.

So since March my boyfriend bought me a Sony Tablet (April), which I have probably spent around 5 hours per day using due to sheer boredom, which turned into addiction.  I do love it, nearly as much as I love Jack, who had his first birthday in August.  In May, me, the boyfriend and two of our friends went to Gran Canaria for a week.  It's great only living half an hour on the plane away, it feels like even though I miss it there, I can pop over whenever I like.  We were there for Gay Pride and we (the girls) had a great time, while the boys lost far too much in the casino.  I also started a new job in a bar with my boyfriend.  I have worked there for around 6 months now.  It's more fun than my waitressing job, but I still feel that emptiness I described before.  I need to be successful and busy and in demand.  Unfortunately, Fuerteventura is not the place to be if you want big opportunities.  The mother-in-law came to stay in our one-bedroomed apartment in August, I wont elaborate anymore on that.  And finally, in July we got a car, which has had some great use.  We have visited Corralejo a handful of times, I take Jack to the beach more often.  It's lovely to be able to get out and about in the car, away from the tiny town we live in.  We have spent more in repairs than the car cost, but I love it and I wouldn't change it.

My parents are over at the moment.  They are in their third week here.  They have three weeks left.  After they both officially retired in June this year, they went travelling in a caravan around England.  They love it, but they have always said they wanted to spend the Winter in a warmer climate, so they are island hopping until March.  It's going fine so far, seeing them every day.  Sometimes I get a little irritated that they make me feel 5 again, but I take deep breaths and remind myself to bite my tongue.

I'm signing off now.  I have spent all day in separate rooms to my boyfriend, who has had his face burried in ebay all day (he has just come across ebay and thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread), yet as soon as I started writing this, his sixth sense told him to decide to do his ironing, which didn't go according to plan and he has spent the last 10 minutes bashing work surfaces, huffing and puffing and asking me why the iron wont work, so I've lost all concentration power.

Until next time...  (May 2013)