January Blues

For those of you that know me, it will come as no surprise that Craig is a very patient man. He has to put up with all kinds of mad ideas and idiosyncrasies that would baffle any lesser beings. For instance, at the moment I'm desperate for a couple of ferrets. I've got him to agree to go and see people with ferrets so we can learn more about the critters and of course I firmly believe that as soon as he sees them playing he'll fall head over heels in love with them. He on the other hand firmly believes that I won't be nearly as taken with them in person as I think I will and that I'll simply chnge my mind. We're yet to see which one of us is correct. I had found a woman in the area who was willing to have us visit and show us her ferrets. This was supposed to happen on Friday, but I haven't heard from her in almost two weeks and something tells me she's having IT problems. I'm very disappointed, I'd been looking forward to this for the whole of January and then it falls through at the last minute. But Craig's promise stands so I'll just keep trying to find someone near to here who wants to brag about their critters. I'm getting a little extreme here, but on the other hand in his despair he's practically promised me a puppy instead. So however it turns out, the results are pretty darned good...

I've been very blue this week. I could see the ferret visit thing coming on Friday and we still have practically no hot water and our new bed which was due this week still hasn't showed. So I've been terribly sad and lonely somehow. Miserable wretch, really. Miss friends and family as usual in January, can handle the away-ness better in other months. Maybe because in January I've just got back and don't foresee any jaunts for now.

Anywho, amazing how the lack of hot water gets my goat. It's clearly a civil rights violation, not being able to have a hot shower when you wake up / want to. Wonder if we can contact the UN and get check out the position, get Angelina Jolie involved.

I may have overdone the retail therapy slightly. Invested in some sandals for the summer and stuff. Bought this really cool black and 'summery' skirt which has so much fabric half of it would easily suffice. But my bat impression is really coming on, leaps and boudns wearing that thing - it totally sorts out the wings.

Craig does what he can to cheers me up when needed. Cooks every night I can't be bothered, laughs at my bat impressionism and other peccadilloes, redraws our bedroom in the proper proportions in AutoCad just so we can rearrange the master bedroom. He understand the value of reorganising furniture and how it restores the soul. He even puts up with going to IKEA (which is a little more hassle and grief here in the UK than in Iceland) and bought me a pad of mm paper and some pencils when we moved in just so that I could organise everything just the way I wanted it. In fact, after we rearranged the kitchen he even looked for the tinned goods in the schematic I did and stuck to the fridge! Although, to be fair by now (a year later!) he really should know where the tins are. But really, is it any wonder I married him? That sweetie x

Valentine's Day is coming up. Dunno what to do over here. Do something though, that's key.