Saturday 26 April 2014

Isn't it time?

So I'm not allowed to talk about the epic thing that happened last night but I guess that's only fair as it didn't just involve me. (I asked the other person about 10 times if they were sure they didn't want me to talk about it and even though they were dozing, saying no 10 times usually means no doesn't it...? Grrrrrrr!)

Instead, I am going to take you on a journey with me! Every Saturday morning, I tutor a couple of kids- this Saturday morning was no different other than I knew I had a job to do. So as I left home this morning to catch the bus, I went to the dreaded coffee table, I lifted up the PGD booklet and fished out the two forms and I put them into my purple satchel:

This is me putting it into my bag!

Next, I made a funny sound that was a bit like, "Nerghplff!" and I left the house, put my headphones on and listened to M.I.A's Bad Girls which is slowly becoming my anthem. I remember it being used on The Mindy Project when Mindy gets her shit together and is all professional- I liked that and it reminds me of me. I can be a bit ditzy and clutzy at the best of times but when I need to, I get my shit together and get stuff done. This is my anthem to that.

The next bit was my normal tutoring bits, buses, walks, becoming confused by where houses are (I have no sense of direction.) Then I sorted out Max with his food and some treats (have realised that I spend more money on the sausage treats I buy Max than I do on a month's supply of sausages for Paul and myself...) and headed up to Eltham. I live tweeted the whole thing, like the proper social media whore that I am. I then chose the envelopes which were incredibly boring- no rainbows or amazing stars (where's paperchase when you need it?) but they did the job as I sat on the steps next to the Yak and Yeti restaurant on Eltham High street.



 Here's the end product in my loopy handwriting. As you can see, the stamp is wonky in the top right hand corner, a bit like my genes!

I then tried to take a picture as I posted it but for some reason, the screen flashed but no photo was taken but only realised this after I had shut my eyes, held my breath and popped it into the black void of Royal Mail who will hopefully escort it safely into the hands of the dreaded seventh floor of Guys Hospital! Again there was another strange noise- more of a release noise. Not in my hands anymore noise. Relief noise.

So after several cheerleader cries from the twitterati and Facebook (thank you everyone!), I headed off to find cake and chai to celebrate:

I've seen a couple of brilliant pictures that are entirely fitting of the PGD posting day:
This fits so well with the idea of it being time to bring those babies home. The healthy cuddly ones.
And this one fits with a dual meaning- enough shit now, time to get stuff done and also I feel brave for what I did today. I was finally strong enough to get the ball rolling.

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