In my blog a couple of days ago I said how I had seen my cat Milly for probably the last time. Well, it turned out it really was the last time, as some time over the last few days she went to sleep by her favourite honeysuckle bush and didn’t wake up, and was found peacefully last night.
What a week. There has been so many laughs, tears, talking, travel and sleep deprivation but for coming down for a funeral, it really has been wonderful.
My week has been good, and I have made headway on my pledge. I have achieved a lot this week. I got stuff done, and didn’t feel like I was stressed for time, it wasn’t perfect and my studies were neglected, but I’m not Superwoman, baby steps, baby steps!
Right, following up on my last blog, it’s time to put a plan into action. Things are finally starting to slow down for me so it’s time to start working on myself.
To the man I love. Mitch. A guy who generally hates public displays of attention unless it’s annoying the crap out of me, so you’re going to hate this, but I’m gonna do it anyway.
It’s so cliché, but you really don’t need money to feel rich. I’ve realised I’m so much richer than I thought.
The only thing was, I had never seen a live DJ set before, and hearing about how amazing these guys were at Splendour in the Grass earlier in the year, I had high expectations. And I just felt it was a bit… lacking.
The main point of writing this is what happened Saturday night. I should preface this story by saying I am a good person. For those of you who don’t know myself or Mitch all that well, I want to say we are upstanding members of the community. But I think we crossed a line.