Time alone

Jon has been at his new job for 3 full months now. Three months is not a lot, and still, it feels like it’s been so much longer!

We knew from the start that this new role would entail lots of travelling, and it hasn’t been too bad apart for a couple of full weeks abroad. At the beginning it’s weird, as we hadn’t spent so much time apart since back in 2008 when he was working at The Point in Dublin.

But after some time, I’ve got used to spending some time alone. At first I idealised the situation, promising myself that in those days I would cook food that I like but Jon doesn’t, I would do lots of crafting, I would read more, etc. But I am afraid that not much of that has actually happened.

On average, Jon spends one night or two away every week and what do I do to make the most of that time alone? Nothing.

I’ve been terribly busy at work in the last few weeks, working many long hours. When Jon is away I make the most of the fact that I don’t have to get back home to him so I start at 7am and I don’t get home until 6:30 or later (and only because little Tom needs feeding)

So by the time I get home I am so tired that I don’t fancy cooking, crafting or reading. I prepare a light bite and plompf in front of the TV for a while before it’s time to go to bed again.

To be perfectly honest, I am doing this for two reasons:

1) Because we actually have this very demanding job at work that needs the hours put into, and
2) Because I am earning some very valuable brownie points with my boss, and I’ve got a feeling that I am going to need those brownie points sooner than i think. But that’s another story for another day…

For now, it’s time to put another episode of Big Bang Theory and retire to bed. Tomorrow it’s going to be another long day.

New shoes

You won’t find me in shoe shops. You will never see me salivating at a pair of heels, or lusting after the newest and coolest Jimmy Choos. I am afraid I am not a shoe person (in the traditional sense of the word “shoe”, aka, not a boot, not a sandal, not trainers, etc)

I am a sneakers / trainers / skate shoes person.

For the last 15 years or so I’ve been buying skate shoes and wearing them for almost most of my day to day activities. I wear them to go to the shop, I wear them when I go out with friends, I wear them to go for a walk, and I wear them for work as often as I can too (without taking the piss, as sometimes I will be frowned upon by the more seriously dressed girls in the office)

This constant wear makes them wear off (forgive the pun) very quickly. That’s why I was super impressed with my latest pair: grey and pink Pull and Bear sport shoes, that have lasted me 4 years. They still look perfectly from the sole up, but the soles themselves have worn off and cracked. In Motril this wouldn’t be an issue, but here in the UK, where it hasn’t stopped raining for the last 4 months solid, well.. not so good.

We were in Stratford upon Avon recently for a lovely mini-break and I couldn’t take it any longer: wet socks and wet feet don’t make a good combination for a romantic weekend. By pure coincidence we walked past a skate shop and look at the window. I saw a pair I liked. And I bought them. Maria is very happy indeed with her new shoes. 🙂

Aren’t they pretty?