Ok so the thing about pride and my lack of blogging for a week is mostly to do with pride. Ever year I swear to myself I will eat right and look after myself. This brings us to the Friday morning of pride…. I had a sore throat…. great I thought. I had a mild temperature and knew I had to carry on. It was pride of course so I needed to power through. As usual though I didn’t eat properly that weekend and consumed far too much alcohol. Everyone does it however my body seems to reject it like the antichrist rejecting the cross. It just doesn’t work for me. I am such a crap Irishman.
So needless to say I have been convalescing for a week now. I made it out on the Friday and Saturday then curled up with Queen L.A on the sofa on Sunday evening. Extremely rock and roll if you ask me. I know my body and even though I dressed to go dancing…. my body had other plans. Junk food and a movie, it was saying. I also lost my voice which was a nice bonus for my friends. It might have something to do with singing Disney songs until 6am…. who knows?
Anyhoo normal practice will resume from tomorrow. One thing I do miss though as I was showering this morning was having that post pride chat with mummy. I had a little cry in the shower as it seems to be the only place I can cry lately. Gosh this sounds awful pathetic doesn’t it? I am actually annoying myself right now. So this evening I will curl up with a good book and think of what I would say to mummy. I may even tell a few anecdotes tomorrow from the weekend of frivolity.
I did have a great time, its always better when I could share with her. Her voice would always light up when I talked about my little adventures.
I am sure she was watching, at least I think so.
night night xx
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