ONE MONTH!!!

Our wedding is going to be in one month TODAY.

            Just one month! I can’t believe that we’re suddenly at the point where you can count the weeks on one hand, and the days are starting to drop off dramatically too.

            Three weeks until we fly home, one full month until the wedding. It’s all starting to get a bit more real now, and it’s so exciting!ONE MONTH

Coming out the other side

And I’m ready to play!

            I’ve had a couple of weeks of dragging myself through the week, plodding through work and generally just wishing that it was both Christmas, home time and our wedding already.

            I thought that perhaps I was just being a misery, but after four days in PJs recovering from a string of migraines with the aid of lemon tea and a few caffeine free days I realise now that I was just a bit rundown, which was a shame. However, I am now back on track and ready to go!

            It’s three weeks until we fly home, almost a month until our wedding and just a few days until Catherine and Jeff arrive with us for a week in sunny Singapore and a long glorious weekend in our beloved Bali!

            It’s going to be a complete abandonment of good behaviour, which is slightly dangerous this late in the day, but if this is the only time they come and play in Asia (which is very likely considering how far away the States are), we want to make sure that they do it properly!

            Now I just have to concentrate on staying awake until 2am to meet them off their flight and welcome them to the humidity! 

Weak weekend

This weekend has been a very, very low key one.

            On Friday afternoon I was flying through the day, had three calls left until the end of the day and had a mountain of emails ready to be sent having finally got feedback from our legal teams on the wording of a couple of contracts. Then, while eating apples, my eyes decided to stop working, and the rest of the weekend went downhill from there.

            When I get migraines, I don’t just get the delightful headache, in fact, I very rarely get as far as the headache, it’s all the terrible bits before that which I have to handle. Tunnel vision, blurred vision, a loss of coherent speech, the inability to link words, names and letters either with the object they represent, or to string them into a sentence.

It’s no fun at all, and the only way to battle through it is to take some magic migraine pills and then go to bed until it’s passed. Friday was spent in bed in a darkened room from 1:30 until around 7pm when Nick came home and I ventured out to eat eggs with toast soldiers (comfort food) and then was back in bed by 9pm. 

            On Saturday I was feeling slightly more chipper, so we ventured out of the house on a very slow, very steady little Christmas shopping trip, topping up on festive essentials and ensuring that we were getting our fill of sequins and Christmas music.

            On Sunday, after a very long sleep and a very restful Saturday, I was awake and working on wedding jobs at 9am, but then was back in bed in the recovery position again from noon.

            I managed to drag myself out of bed for a quite dinner with Andy who is passing through town this week and who likes to have a quick catch up when he’s here, but other than that, my entire day was spent horizontal, sleeping. I don’t know if I have ever slept quite so much, but I am hoping that it was enough to put me on the straight and narrow, and to get me fighting fit again for this week. 

Bond Day

Today is Diwali (or Deepavali, as they like to call it here), which means that whilst Little India was being lit up with almost-Christmas lights, and the floors were being covered in chalk decorations (or they would have been, were there not a tropical rainstorm causing issues) we had a glorious day off work, and nothing at all to fill it with.

            Nick had earmarked the day for Stag Recovery, and was apparently disappointed when he woke up at 8am and was perfectly perky, with no need to lounge around broken for the entire day.

            We therefore spent our day working through the little list of wedding jobs that we still need to get done, and finalising the table plan since having to make a couple of minor adjustments to leave enough space for the band to be able to set up before the dinner. I even got through all my Christmas cards! It’s not quite the same writing them without Miracle on 34^th Street on in the background, but the 30 degrees heat is pretty confusing too, so there’s no winning on that front.

After a full day of being ridiculously productive our evening was then booked in with Kev and Jules, and so we made our way to the our beloved Platinum Class cinema just down the road from our house, ready to spend the evening under the duvet, watching Bond with coffee and popcorn being delivered to us on demand.

            The boys had some criticisms about the film, but I loved it. You can’t beat a good Bond. And those shots of drizzly, grey London – you can’t get much better! 

It’s all change!

In the past few weeks I have been shifted up from a Senior Manager to a Director at work, which meant that I needed to submit a request for new business cards.

            It was only once I had already sent the email asking for the title change that I realised by January there would be all sort of updates needed. Therefore, whilst it’s still two months early, my delivery of business cards today really was all change! There’s a new surname, a new email address and a new job title.

            Weird!