Well, apparently, I am not quite Celtic enough to have any luck in the lottery. An Irish woman did indeed win the whole shebang. Begorrah!
Ah well, nothing else for it but keep on turning up at the place where they have to take you in - work.
This week I am almost maintaining my sanity by watching the new series of The Shield and Deadwood. Lovely-jubbly! I don't know who I would shag first - Seth Bullock or Vic Mackey. Decisions, decisions!
There is also a Scottish historian - Neil Oliver? - on the fascinating programme Coast (a trip around the coastline of Great Britain with tales of nautical derring-doo, petrified underwater forests and lighthouse horror stories). I cannot wait for them to get round to my area of the coast. Anyhoo, he is particularly scrummy in a demented Scottish Blackadder fashion. Not only that, it is on TWICE a week! AND even yet better news, TV fans, Lost is starting here finally on 10th August with the yummy Charlie from Party of Five and the scrawny hobbit from LOTR. Hmm, I am starting to think the Synarel is maybe not suppressing all my hormones!
I have been really making an effort this week to overcome the blahs and the best way for me is to get outside. Not just in the confines of my garden but past the garden gate! Last weekend, Mr P and I went hill-walking up the Glen where he was born and brought up. Nothing too strenuous but a lot of it uphill (as you would expect), the sun shone on the little loch where we stopped for a picnic and the cobwebs were generally dusted from around my lugs.
The best bit about where we live is that you can drive 20 miles in one direction for the Glens or if you want something a little more salty, 5 miles in the other direction is the North Sea. Usually a battleship grey and accompanied by a stinging NE wind, the vista along our favourite empty beaches cannot be beaten. Yes, you can visit the crowded ones for pitch'n'putt golf, ice cream and fish suppers but I prefer the ones where there is no signpost to the car park and you almost have to know the secret handshake with the locals to get to them. All this, in an effort to keep the hordes away. Ha, it doesn't work in my case. Though I do take home my litter.
The only thing now is that I used to envy the families with toddlers but lately, it is the cute doggies that catch my eye. Bristly little terriers with an eye for the main chance. They look like they give their owners a run for their money but endless hours of fun too.
7 more days of Synarel - please put me out of my misery. Make a donation to the "Straitjacket with the built-in TV" Fund now.