Day 216 – Don’t need no money when I got you hunny
Perhaps I should explain the shortness and the lateness of today’s post and the holiday blogs general postings. Though I am sure many of my regular readers will no doubt appreciate some much needed brevity in the blog. As the lovely Sian Tu of Blogadesh told me when I interviewed her the other day: “There’s no point bumbling on for bumbling on sake.” And on that note I shall come to the point.
I have been trying to keep them more picture based this week as though love to write this is a much needed holiday and to get bogged down with blogging would be counter productive. The other reason is that though I am a selfish cow and needed the break myself the boy I feel could do with a break from my blogging. As all writers, workers and beings will know our time quickly gets taken up with the things we have to do and though we might enjoy them it is sometimes important to spend a bit of time focusing on what we want to do.
The boy is supportive of the project and this is a great help but it is not easy for him to have a girlfriend who devotes at least an hour a day to a charitable hobby. After his blogging debut he kindly admitted this evening that he has a bit more of an appreciation for what I do and why I become so consumed with the task. In the beginning I was dreadful and I would often spend far too much of the short time we have together catching up on blogs or adding tags and links and proofing over. I know that these days the blog is less polished and I still have not got round to adding tags and links for nearly 100 days it was a necessary step.
If I had carried on devoting that much time to the cause I might well have lost him as nobody wants a girlfriend who spends half her time on the internet staring at a screen. This surely is a behaviour more fitting of the less fair and the more female nudity focused sex.
What was quite good about the boys blog is that though he began a little cautiously to type up his day he very quickly became lost in the project. I was feeling a little down after surfing today and though I encouraged him to go and explore the town or find himself a beer while I read crap and tried to come out of it he said it was okay as he wanted to be with me but more urgently, he wanted to work on his blog.
My laptop has been commandeered for a few hours too many as the boy attempts to perfect his art and as I understand it he wishes his post to receive the highest hits ever. As one post has already hit the big g mark I think he ight have a little while coming though I appreciate and encourage his enthusiasm and for you dear reader to sample his story.
After our epic meal at The Headlands we both checked our funds and found that due to his lack of work and my moving house, doubled up therapy sessions and several other unexpected outgoings we are both frightfully impoverished. It has been a long time since I have been in my overdraft and I was hoping to never enter the red again until I join all the other grown ups on the property ladder. Due to shoe addiction, love of off the counter make up and Moleskin stationary I fear it will be some time before I join the home owner crew.
Since this time we have both been getting by on a stringent holiday budget which has focused our fallen funds on surfing and survival. The bill is paid which means that anything remaining will be spent on the minimum petrol, surf hire and if we can cut back on candy and cream a postcard for our grandparents. Though it is a bit tough and I have never eaten so many chips in my life I am secretly loving it. We went for a meal at a tiny tucked away little pizza place today. The total bill was a quarter of The Headlands but if I’m honest the whole thing was about four times as romantic. We squished on a sofa together in a little booth in a restaurant where we were the only people there. We shared a garlic bread which was on a board and pizzas without a plate. There was no cutlery on the table and it was only offered as an afterthought but the food was good, the waiter a blonde surfer with a faultless and friendly manor where everything was no bother or no worries and our table was lit by candle rather than chandelier. It is much more fun making things special on a budget as though you have to be more inventive – a cola rather than champagne, an 18p Freddo rather than a bunch of roses – if you can have a good time and still feel the love of your partner its surely a good sign.
By the way for a post that was meant to be short and explaining why the posts have been short noticing it is already 1000 words let me round up the day to say: Though the afternoon was a bit of a tear stained bitch of a time I feel better, filled up and totally love drunk.
- Today’s dress was a donation from HP and her sister Clare. I am very keen and though I was totally overdressed for Newquay and the pizza night I felt today should be no different than any other. I wore it with a jumper as I saw a great look on the catwalks which combines really beautiful dress skirts with a comfy jumper. I like it because it escapes the idea that we have to save all the good stuff for special occasions. We are alive and we are well what more reason do we need to dress in a way which makes us feel good. So go forth dear reader and litter the streets with ladies and gentlemen dressed in whatever you darn well please but should you wish add that special skirt, dress, earring or purse which makes you feel like a million dollars, pounds or though it does not have quite the same ring or bling a million Euro.
