So. The party is over, for now anyway. We had to call an end to our leaving cert holiday early which is realistic enough as we ran out of money and are exhausted from the endless sessions! This week we are moonlighting as adults and are putting in proper office hours (well nearly) and getting serious about the job of getting a job.
It was OK. I suppose almost a nice change to wake up early, eat breakfast and do something beyond eat,drink,walk,sing, be merry! but I miss the easy life already. When Anna's alarm went off at 1pm yesterday afternoon we couldn't help laughing that it was now standard to set one's alarm for 1pm in case you were still asleep! Most people have half a days work done at that stage!
Winter is coming however and soon we will locked into our icy palace up on the 28th floor unable to party beyond the walls of our tiny home! As the minus 30 winds swirl around the tower and sleet and snow batter any pedestrians mad enough to venture out, we will be hibernating with haunted expressions. Wondering what in the name of St Patrick led us to this god-forsaken cold land. Lucky duck Mr Kelly will be chilling in the Aussie sun while we fight for our lives amid extreme cold!
Now, not to blow our own trumpets or anything but as certified first aiders...we will be on the lookout for the warning signs of stage one frost nip, followed by frost bite and eventual hypothermia. So as soon as I attempt to go outside and I start to notice my fingers are white and 'waxy' looking I will turn back and continue with my new career as a part-time blogger ...aka 'dickhead' (see youtube vid) and wait until spring to re-emerge.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVmmYMwFj1I
We have only one comfy chair here in the Twev-bob headquarters and it's a little hard on the ole back after a couple of hours. I've heard that a flat hard surface an help with back problems, which is great news since we have no couch yet either so you can either get home first and have the sole chair or perch atop a high plastic stool or my preferred option- sit on the floorboards. Since we are now a no-shoes household it's not so bad. Who would have ever thought I would be a shoes off host. I hate these people!
Picture the scenario....
You're busy, with whatever- work, study etc....and you have no time to do the maintenance jobs to be a lady- e.g. updating your pedicure, scrubbing peeling heels etc in addition to this you are due a few loads of washing to go on. You are invited for dinner somewhere and race home, quick shower, get changed- it's winter you wear boots. No clean matching socks, feck it who's going to see them anyway?
You grab your brothers, boyfriends, old school hockey socks, make a quick introduction and throw whichever first two come into your path.
You pay a fortune in SPAR for a rotten warm white wine that tastes like fish in spite of it's 16.99 euro price tag and after queuing for days you're running even later so you jump in a taxi but are still almost half an hour late when you arrive at the house. You're host is a good friend but the kind of person who somehow always manages to get her washing and foot care done despite being incredibly busy, so when you clump in she gracefully nods towards the dreaded 'shoe pile'. 'If you don't mind?' You suddenly remember your horribly ill matched socks and console yourself with the fact most people seem to be in their bare feet but as you in the process of greeting everybody and discreetly peeling off the offending garments you remember whats under them...you're hobbit-like feet. Shite is the only word you could utter.
So you roll the socks back on amid curious glances from the already seated and french manicured toed (in the middle of winter...i mean come on!) guests. And mumble something about hearing odd-socks are really on-trend at the moment.
So that's why I hate no-shoes houses- they assume everyone is preened and prepared for a communal foot stripping. It's going to be an interesting year living on the dark side, but when your home is four square feet you have to try and limit the dirt traffic. I do however promise to have a wealthy supply of socks and slippers for guests like myself who really are just rot bags!
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