Packing, Glue and the Post Office

I hate packing. It has to be one of the most boring things you can ever do. One good thing about going through three years of possessions is finding forgotten things like an old birthday card, a CD which youd been looking all over for or an old photo like the one I found of a party I was at. It was an all girl affair, where we ate fattening foods, sang to cheesy tunes and danced outside thanks to the warm summer air. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see one of my friends as she was killed a few weeks later. A simple picture of someone holding a balloon can unlock so many feelings.

Im not going to dwell on it as its something quite personal and she wasnt the last friend who left this earth long before they had the chance to see what this amazing planet holds, I know that they all made the most of the time they had and thats what I try to do.

I had quite a productive day - I sorted out some of my clothes and put them in a bag to take them to the local charity shop (well the one which isnt associated to a church, I'm not going to favour one faith when it comes to my pink jumper which looked amazing in the shop but incredibly stupid at home). I found an old pair of trainers that are too small because they shrunk when I washed them in the washing machine at home. The soles were a bit loose so I found my superglue (this stuff has saved my life so many times...I bet youve never seen a nail superglued into a wall before...well I can show you two) so I squeezed a thin layer onto the sole of the shoe and bonded the shoe. I put the top back onto the glue and then did the most stoooooooooooopid thing...I used my mouth to screw the cap on. The stuff started to dry instantly on my lip and then on my tongue. I spat out the tube and ran to the bathroom to see a while layer of glue on my lower lip and on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully they didnt stick to each other, but I was considering calling the NHS direct no to see if I needed to go to hospital (well there is a huge label that says Cyanoacrylate Danger and I have no idea what the hell that is!) but I realised I could peel it off without too much injury. This is my life yes, my name is Angharad and I put superglue in my mouth.

Other than that I didnt have too much else go wrong. I met a very happy man at the counter in the post office. I would like to take him home and keep him in the bathroom for when Im feeling blue, but this is called kidnapping and is against the law.

Im leaving London in 1 week and 1 day. It hasnt really hit me yet that Im going, I havent had much time with all the packing, going out and work Ive had to do (my life isnt very complicated really). Before I head back to Wales Im going to Morocco for 10 days so Im focused on getting myself ready for my holiday. I bought some mad cream thats supposed to give you a tan at night!! Im a disaster when it comes to fake tan (as I am with most tools of beatification) so I stick with my alabaster white colour- its a lot safer, trust me. Im going to write my blog while Im in Morocco so look out for the bulletins announcing the new post.

I'm gonna go back to listening to my DM & Jemini CD which I found while packing.

Enjoy the sun even if you cant see it!

A x