Holidays from work throw me, big time. I become so accustomed to working crazy hours that it unsettles me when I get a break. I feel like I waste my holidays if I haven’t got anything planned and, since my boyfriend couldn’t get the time off and my friends were working, I decided to pick up a couple of extra shifts with my job on the side.
Now these shifts are almost always with the same family who I work with term time as well as holidays so it’s all familiar. This yp has, over the last couple of months, become more and more comfortable with me. Being another young person who doesn’t speak, I feel pretty smug that she calls me Ra Ra. This is because I can do this growling roar which is, apparently, hilarious. Anyway, the holidays usually means she’s been sleeping during the afternoon so I get to take her for walks of an evening instead of just playing quietly before bed which has been pretty fun.
The only thing I had planned is to visit my friend in the north. She’s fairly recently had a major operation so now she’s finished resting up I’m pestering her with my boring stories and going out for fancy meals and walking her dog round a river. We’re spending a lot of time talking about her brother’s wedding which is coming up in a few months which is exciting. I’m a tom boy by nature and the talk of the moment is actually seeing me in a dress. We’ll see if that actually happens.
This is when I notice that I’m actually pretty boring so I guess I’ll sign off here and hope I’ve got something more entertaining to write about next week.
Gangster Akela 