I Don’t Feel Like Dancing

So, for the last few days I just haven’t felt like dancing ("Dancing! Dancing! When the old Joanna plaaaayyyys." God, I love that song…),and by "dancing" I mean "blogging". I haven’t felt like blogging ("Blogging! Blogging!") and the reason for this is that, well, absolutely nothing has happened. Nothing. I mean, OK, I managed to almost lose both my knee-cap and elbow in random household incidents today, but, for the most part my days have been looking like this:

09:00:  Sit at desk

<about 14 hours pass>

23:00  Leave desk. Go to bed. Read trashy novel about gypsies who marry earls. Sleep.

And that, folks, is my life right now. So dull, and yet at the same time, stressful, that it’s making me long for the days of near death experiences and totally random falls. What I long most of all, for, though, is a holiday. As things stand, I haven’t had an actual, honest-to-God holiday since May 2004, when we went to the Big Fat Greek Wedding of Terry’s brother, in Athens – and even then we managed to wander into a gay bar by mistake in our search for "entertainment". Them were the days, I tells ya.

Since then, it’s been pretty much all work, all the time, with only the odd day off here and there, and when I say "odd day off" I’m really not exaggerating. I could probably count the days off on both hands, actually. Burned out, much? Luckily, of course, we have our lovely honeymoon coming up soon (well, March), so that’s good, isn’t it? Well, maybe. This weekend Terry did a quick raid of the local travel agents and returned with a bag full of holiday brochures for us to pursue at our leisure. It was only then that we realised the awful truth: that we are getting married the day after the schools break up for the Easter holidays. Yes, we’re choosing to honeymoon at the most expensive time of the year, bar none. Seriously, even mid summer is cheaper. Gah.

At this juncture, of course, a week in a caravan in Bognor would seem like bliss to me. Just as long as there’s no Internet and no phones…

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

4 Comments

  • Reply November 16, 2006

    Jen

    Oh hun. You sound totally exhuasted :( Wish I could offer practical advice at this juncture, but am fresh out of anything useful :(

    Perhaps try and create some time (yeah, I know, easier said than done, right?) to yourself.For a nice bath with candles (optional)…and a glass of wine.

    Perhaps treat yourself to a box of posh choccies too?

    I know what you mean about losing interest in "dancing" too. Think that was part fo my problem, I had nothing to write about all of a sudden. It was just work, shiny, reviews, sleep. Ad infinitum hehe.

    By the way, I adore that song too, stupidly catchy isn't it?!

    Jen xx

  • Reply November 17, 2006

    Stephen

    Delay your honeymoon! You don’t have to jet off straight after the wedding. Wait till early May – much cheaper.

  • Reply November 17, 2006

    Amanda

    I concur with Stephen – wait until May! No insane kiddies running around!

    But I just have to say, that the saddest moment for me, reading this post was when you said:

    Read trashy novel about gypsies who marry earls.

    And I immediately went “Ooh! I think I’ve read that one!”

  • Reply November 17, 2006

    Amber

    Ah, but you see we really, *really* don’t want to delay the honeymoon, as, spoilt princess that I am, I just think it would feel awful to get married on Saturday and be back at my desk working on the Monday – and because we’re self-employed and it will be hard to take time off for the honeymoon itself, we would *have* to be back at our desks.

    All of the recently-married people I’ve spoken to have told me that they felt a bit down after everything was over, too, and so the honeymoon is supposed to try and stop that a bit. I think what we’d rather do is just go somewhere less expensive, like the Canaries or something, than have to delay it. Mind you, if you do have to delay it would only be for a week, not until May, because the prices go back down after the week we want to leave, weirdly. We’ll see. So typical, though!

    Jen, thanks, hon – wine is definitely on the agenda, I think!

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