Town has been a nightmare the past few days. Tourist season is officially upon us once more. Joy. I just love it when they stop in shop doorways, blocking the entrance. I just love it when they stop in the middle of the street, right in front of you. I just love it when they show complete surprise over the fact that we actually have shops here. And I wonder why they get so excited by all of the cheap tacky shops we have here, when there are much better shops around, both here and back in their cities. The moaning about the bad weather amuses me, especially as this is Britain. If you want decent weather, go abroad! And I am sure the year shall only improve. How I look forward to that. Hmm.
We are only six days into the holiday, and already I am desperate for nursery to start once more. Today I am imprisoned, stuck in the house, as I have found it impossible to convince The Toddler to go shopping with me. Admittedly, it is wet and rainy out there, and she is STILL suffering from the toddler flu. Today is proving to be a fun day. It is a shame though, as the bad weather means that town probably wouldn’t have been too bad today. But there we go. I guess I wasn’t quite so motivated to go shopping myself, otherwise I probably would have found a way to talk her into going out. But it does mean that tomorrow’s shopping trip shall be interesting, given the vast amount of stuff we shall need to get. Hmm. Not so bad if I were on my own, but when I have a toddler to try and keep under control at the same time, all by myself, well, it could prove just a tiny bit difficult. I hate holidays. As much as I love my daughter, I really can’t wait for her to go back to nursery. Having no time to get anything done is making my life a little bit difficult right now. It’s not good.
And The Ex is doing my head in again. He won’t shut up about this poor girl he’s interested in. I really don’t know what to say to him. I am rubbish at advice anyway, but relationships really aren’t my strong point. And I know what he wants me to say, but I can’t tell him that because I don’t actually think she is all that interested in him. Not in that way anyway. Oh dear. And I am very aware that I only have myself to blame for this situation. At least he’s over me at long last. That’s something.
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