Life Lately

I am such a hormonal mess right now. Just one giant hormone floating about trying to make its way in this cruel cruel world.

So I've barricaded myself on the sofa with Eskie under my Harry Potter blanket. I have had hot chocolate for breakfast. I have spent a good few hours feeling sad that I have no money and therefore can't even afford to spend a night in one of the apartments on Paris Perfect. WHY WON'T THE WORLD LET ME HAVE A FLAT WITH A BALCONY, AN EIFFEL TOWER VIEW AND A FREE STANDING BATH?

Just look at it. I cry.

So now I'm diverting my attention away from Paris (lol jk it's always open in at least 3 tabs) and onto The Great Job Hunt. The joys. 

Since we have decided that Ryan is going to leave his job, everything has gotten a bit topsy turvy. If Ryan leaves his job, we have to move elsewhere. This also means I have to get a new job (LITERALLY NO COMPLAINTS HERE WHATSOEVER. LEAD ON MCDUFF). So while this is all rather exciting because new jobs! New place! New sofas that aren't covered in cat wee! It's also a bit of a pain in the arse.

Ryan's fine. He's got his little world of boats to find jobs in. I, on the other hand, have the entire huge world of every other job under the sun. Ish. Obvs I'm not becoming a rocket scientist so let's be realistic.

I want out of retail. I definitely want out of this job as it's making me sad and angry and I just can't afford enough wine to be constantly sad and angry. And that's about as far as I've got. I just can't narrow it down! My dream job requirements are thus so far:

- Well paid (at least higher pay than I get now. Not hard. Sob).

- Flexible with days off or shift work (because Ryan will be doing shifts and I do occasionally want days off with him and all).

- Not in a shop (please for the love of all that is holy, not in a shop).

- Ability to work at least half the time in Paris with unlimited budget in regards to flats and pastries (please and thank you).

I have no clue how to start looking. There's just so much and I can't narrow it down. But hey ho. Please help.

In other news, we had a rather lovely week last week. We went to Lymington and had ice cream by the water. Then we went out on date night and I wore a dress. I have zero photos of these events because apparently I decided my memory was good enough. Lol no.

The last photo I have of us is when we watched the Grand National and had to turn the TV up because Eskie was snoring so loudly on my lap.

Just visible white fluffball.

I keep meaning to take more photos that aren't solely of the cat but it's proving difficult. We have so many photos from our France roadtrip and Paris and whatnot but now we're being settled and old, I don't have as many and that makes me sad. I'll just add it to the list of things what I should do in my spare time along with learning more French, learning piano again, getting a keyboard to do learning on and pilates.

So the point of this is: find me a job and become my personal photographer thank you.

Happy New Year And All That

What is UP fuckers? Happy New Year!! Merry Christmas!! Everything has finally slowed down enough for me to have the time to write again. Also I'd completely forgotten I even had a blog until about 3 hours ago.

So where were we, where were we?

I left Paris! I left Paris over a month ago and it's a little bit sad and a little bit weird. I miss it every now and then - I even miss the girls! Actual children! But then again, I have the bestest of lives at the moment.

I'm now living in Southampton with Ryan and it is the tits. Well not Southampton as such because bitches be real; it's not Paris. Living with A BOY is working out rather wonderfully. We have an adorable house with a garden and - get this - we're going to get a cat this month. A REAL LIFE CAT THAT WILL BE OURS AND HOLY SHIT I AM SO EXCITED I MIGHT WEE.

It's so weird and grown up having a house. Especially an unfurnished house so we've had to raid Gumtree for furniture. But I'm pretty pleased at how it's turned out so far.

The before... (and the handyman).

And the after...

We Christmassed the fuck up.

Christmas was actually really rather excellent. Because I had two. I had one very hectic actual Christmas with my family in Lincoln. 12 of us, 4 dogs and a cat in one house was a bit much for me so it was so nice to come home to Southampton with Ryan and have our own quiet Christmas. Ryan cooked and we stayed in our dressing gowns like old ladies practically all day.

I also had very wonky eyebrow game. Sisters not twins right? Very very distant sisters. Like, sisters who never really got on because one turned into a goth when she hit high school and the other was super popular.

Also we legitimately look horrendous in any photo I take of us because Ryan is so enormous (see: my arms stretched all the way out and up) and so it's an awful angle. How dare he.

I have an actual proper grown up job now too. Like, a 35 hour fo realz one. It's still in retail though which is a bit soul destroying but it's back at my old charity and I've been promoted to Assistant Manager so there's that. Ryan works funny hours as a VTS Operator (I have no idea either) so we saw each other for approximately 10 seconds today as he was in the car driving to work and I was walking home from work. 

He gets lots of days off though so we're trying to time them so we're both off and can go and do adorable things together like walks in the woods and Dunelm shopping trips and GO TO RSPCA RE-HOMING CENTRES TO LOOK FOR CATS and all the fun shit. Life's pretty damn good.

But now I'm back in ye olde Englande (and living here for the first time since I was about two) it is becoming clear to me that I am very friendless. I would even go as far to say ALL the friendless. Everyone I know is back in Scotland and I miss having friends. I mean, Ryan's all fun and games and has an excellent bottom but sometimes you need to have friend catch ups over wine with friends and wine...

So here is me putting out a friend lonely hearts advert. I'm fun to drink alcohol with and occasionally drink coffee before alcohol with and even better drink coffee and alcohol combined with. Someone please befriend me. I'm all the fun. And soon I'll have a cat. What more could anyone want?!!

So how was your Christmas? And New Year? And will anybody be my friend and/or give me a cat?

Reasons Why I'm Leaving Paris

1. I still can't work corkscrews.

2. R got a job in Southampton.

Finally my internet works properly!!! I've been using increasingly dodgy internet for the past 3 weeks but Family Parisian have finally got it sorted. So you've all missed out on some major news...

I was 20 a few weeks ago (finally no longer a youth!) and R and I went to a rather lovely hotel in Southampton to spend my birthday. He also had a job interview at the Southampton Docks. But for like, boat things. Not prostitute things. 

Anyway anyway anyway we found out a week ago that he'd gotten the job! Am so ridiculously proud of him and also so relieved because I was beginning to get tired of him always being offshore and not seeing him for weeks.

So why does that mean I'm leaving my coveted Paris? As much as I'd like to prove my mother wring and say it is not in any way me following a man around... It is a little bit that.

It's been a year since I met R and 9 months (ish) since we started dating. And during that entire time everything has been so up and down - leaving uni, the weekly trips between Aberdeen and Glasgow, him graduating and then being without a job, him getting temp jobs and disappearing for days on end, moving to Paris, living in different countries, I could go on. Actually no I couldn't; that's about it.

So yes, I want a little bit of stability in my life with him and I'd like to be settled down for a bit. I've also decided that looking after children is not my calling and would like to actually make a start in career that I actually enjoy. Unfortunately for Me With No Degree, that means starting from the bottom as a Christmas temp in retail until I can work out what my cunning plan will be.

R's going to look at some flats on Wednesday and hopefully sign a lease for one.Without me. I know. I chose them on the website though so hopefully I'll have picked some good ones. Everything's happening so fast! I've told the Family Parisian that I'm leaving and so I might even be back in the UK by the end of the month! TOO MUCH GOING ON!

Although R got me the greatest birthday present ever. I always used to play a Harry Potter computer game about 10 years ago that I was obsessed with. I never finished it because we upgraded our computer and I don't understand technology so that was that. R managed to find me a copy that will play on my current laptop and it is all the greatness in the world. Did anyone ever play this too?

Holy shit I have wasted so many hours on this.

So yes! That's the exciting news! I'm leaving Paris! And I'm a bit scared and so dizzy with excitement. ALSO WE MIGHT GET A CAT IN THE NEW PLACE AND THAT WOULD MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER, FLUFFIER PLACE.

Going to have to go calm down and defeat some Fire Crabs now in order to learn the Rictusempra spell and find me some silver Wizard Cards... K bye.