The Gods are against me . . . and Carol.

Finally, right?

Was meant to be heading up to Belfast tomorrow with my best pal Carol but it's obviously not meant to be as this how organising the trip went.

I'm going!

Shit, tonnes of bills, big bills, I'm not going.

Tell Carol I can't go, have a bit of a whinge and go work in Jungle.

Jungle offer me Monday to work and seeing as how I'm not going to Belfast I take it.

Carol offers to sub trip for me.

Ask Jungle if if I can get out of work.

Nope.

Tell Carol it's a definite No.

Get text this evening. I'm not working tomorrow (which, incidentally is a big shagging annoying being dropped at the last minute.  Again!)

Yay.

Nooooo, Himself is bringing his dad into hospital on Tuesday so I'd need to be here by 7.00am.

I know, I'll go to Belfast for the day.

Nope..  

Himself is puking.

It's obvious to me now that this trip was never EVER meant to happen.  Instead now I'll go to kickboxing.  Yay.  Actually, it is a 'yay' as bringing in Valentines Day Cupcakes for all the women who jump up and down along side me.

C'est la vie.  

Had a lovely day today.  The Perfectionist had a table at the new Malahide Market.  I have to say, it's a great market.  I got a lovely necklace and some hairclips.  Everyone loved my apron (photo to follow) and if Herself who made it ever wants she could make 100's of them as everyone loved it.  Everyone!!!

Mo and myself split the day as there was no point both of us being at the market all day.  I did the afternoon shift, got to chat to lots of yammies from the lads' school and basically had a blast. Himself and nos. 3 and 2 came in to see me which was lovely.  They were quite peeved I didn't have plates for them to eat their cakes off was funny.  They actually thought I was  running a cafe.  Sweet.  Also got a lovely rasher sambo from Himself which proves, more than flowers, that he loves me.

Yup, today was a good day.