S L E E P O R L A C K T H E R E O F

So I wont lie, everyone told me about the pace of London. How you’re always exhausted, and how there aren’t enough hours in the day. And it’s only now, after living here a few months, have I realised they were right. Yes, full working days are hard straight out of Uni, but it’s the other things that really stop you having any time to relax. If you want to go to the gym, you can say goodbye to your evenings. From leaving work, travelling to your local gym, actually working out, then walking home, it’s already 9.00pm. Then, if you’re like me and a sad act who makes a packed lunch and tries to cook healthy dinners, you aren’t eating till 10.00pm. Then it’s shower and bed by 11.00pm or you won’t be looking or feeling pretty the next day, let alone meeting the customer service requirements expected of you.

Now is it me or is telling someone they ‘look tired’ one of the nicest but most annoying ways to insult someone. It’s sort of like the person telling you are trying to show you they care, and that they notice these things; ‘Oh hun you look exhausted,’ and you kind of just have to sit there and take it like, ‘Erm, thanks Patricia’. I know I feel it, but now you’ve just told me the 20 minutes I spent applying my dark circle cover-up this morning was a complete waste of time.

What is funny though, when time is so limited, is it does make you use it wisely. I now only allow myself half of my lunch break to run every errand I need to in a day, so I can spend the other half actually eating. Any time I have to walk somewhere, I get a quick catch up call with my Mum, Dad, or best friend from home in. This is something my Mum has clocked onto. She’ll see it’s me and answer with a; ‘So where are you heading now then…or is this your lunch break?’ instead of the usual Hello. It doesn’t help that I’ve now turned into one of those people who walks round the supermarket on the phone through their headphones looking like they’re talking to the fruit and veg.

Out of all of my sisters, probably even the twelve year old, I am the neediest with my Mum. I probably aim to call her once every two days just to fill her in on inconsequential happenings in my life, sprinkled with the occasional boy troubles which usually open with a; ‘Mum…I f*cked up.’ Only yesterday I called her to ask what’s missing from my Veggie Chilli Concarne, despite the fact she’s however many miles away and unable to taste it, so it turns into a guessing game; ‘Salt?’, ‘No Mum I'm not an amateur!’ ’Pepper?’ ‘Oh…haha, yeah, thanks Mummy!’

Luckily, in my new place I have a black out velux blind that means on weekends, I can sleep undisturbed till 4.00pm if I need to. Although that’s not so much of a blessing on week days, where my alarm goes off at 7.00am and I still think it’s the middle of the night. *Sheds a tear each morning*

Apologies for all the sassy pics in this post...got carried away on my lunch break. So yeah, anyway, my Mum’s pretty cool.... And time keeping in London is a skill I'm still yet to master.

More to follow!

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