Smelling the Roses

It seems incredible that it’s been exactly one month since I hauled myself back through UK immigration, after having contributed to BA’s economic crisis by gorging myself on their wine and snacks.

I only unpacked my big backpack last week, and I still have a huge pile of souvenirs lounging in a chair downstairs, which needs to be sorted into what I’m going to keep and what I’m going to give away. I still haven’t made an appointment to see the dentist, not because I don’t like going, but because I haven’t been able to remember their phone number.

But I also seem to have managed to pack quite a lot in four weeks. I’ve visited the doctor FOUR times, and after a course of antibiotics and a course of oral steroids, my ‘tb’ no longer makes me sound like I might need to be quarantined in the interests of public health.

I fitted in a five day break to Bath and Bristol, in between setting up my unemployment benefit claim, and slaving over job applications which has resulted in getting a summer/weekend job in McDonalds, and a full time position as a Cover Supervisor at a local high school, and a voluntary position as Branch Press Officer for Worthing Samaritans. I’m feeling ridiculously excited at the possibilities I have to learn new skills and generally worthily improve myself.

As well as learning how to use the digital SLR I blew most of my saved wages on, I’m soon going to tackle to process of setting up a WordPress blog for the Samaritans, whilst learning all the advertising and publicity ropes.

Now, if only the sun would shine again…