Reality

Trip Start May 27, 2010
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Trip End Aug 31, 2011


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Monday, May 23, 2011

Reality hit with a thud on Monday. The visit to Australia that I'd been looking forward to for the past 12 months had passed, the time with Mum and Geoff in London had ended, and it was on Monday afternoon when Phil had gone to work that I sat back and realised that the next phase had begun. I was in Birmingham. I had some jobs to get done and spent most of the day on the computer sorting out my life (and my blog!), and working out what to have for dinner. The next day I ventured to the shops on the bus. The No. 19 goes through the dodgy estate that I've been told never to walk around. I threaten to lock the doors in the car when we drive through there. But I sat on the bus, calm and collected, until it reached the Sainsburys and I alighted, got the groceries and made it back home event free. Apart from having to listen to the attention-seeking young mum talking crap to her rough-nut children in the hope that any bystanders would go “Ohhhh,what a good young mum”.

I liaised with my new workplace a couple of times during the week, but concluded that I wouldn't be starting until at least 31 May because of their lengthy and super-thorough reference checking process. Staying at home and having Sky upstairs and down, meant that I usually came to rest on the couch at about lunchtime when The Hills was on. Hello new addiction. The show is so shit. It's done in the same sort of style as TOWIE (The Only Way Is Essex), real characters but altered realities. It makes you think what you are watching is real, but it's all scripted and badly acted. Nevertheless, I have watched The Hills every day since I've been in Birmingham, and if I haven't been home to see it, I've recorded it to watch later. In any case, there's never anything else on Sky. It's all Judge Judy (which, thanks to Kellie Tric, I've been watching a bit of as well!), Real Housewives of Orange County, and Neighbours.

I did a bit of research into scooters and one day we even went to the motorbike shop and had a look at a couple. But in a frank discussion Phil and I decided that a scooter may not be the best option for me in terms of transport. There's a bus that goes right past the house which drops me at the train station, and the train station is a 10 minute walk to where I'll (eventually) be working. So getting to work wont be difficult. And the fact is, it rains so much in this country that I reckon the days I'd be able to ride the scooter will be outweighed by the days it's raining. Maybe when I'm living somewhere with a better climate I can go out and get a scooter. But for now I'm sticking to the public transport system and my personal chauffer – Philo!I got the bus and train into town on Friday to meet said driver and a bunch of his workmates at the pub. I had well and truly crashed the boys' party, but blended in and had a good time. We ended up at the icy cider pub (no brainer), and after watching the boys play a table tennis competition, I don't remember much more. Saturday then saw us hungover and in bad shape, me wondering where the massive bruise on my back came from, Phil in need of McDonalds to replenish his gut after his morning puke.

We decided the lounge room needed a bit of zhoozhing and so we went off to Ikea on Sunday afternoon. Beforehand, we stopped at Molly's for breakfast. Eggs Benedict. I know where I wont be going for Eggs Benedict again. But regardless of the ordinary eggs, it was an interesting setting to have breakfast and people watch from behind the safety of my massive mug of tea. Chavs, real ones, coming in from the estate down the road. Rihanna's sisters (they must've been – they had the same colour red hair and skin), bums hanging out by the ATM, opportunistic and hoping that someone would drop some money on the ground for them to swoop in and scoop up. For me so far, Birmingham isn't about old churches and monuments. It's about the people. It really is a feast for the eyes and makes people-watching really entertaining.

When we finally averted our eyes and got to Ikea I had to exercise some serious self control and not put everything I saw into the trolley. We ended up with a fair loot and we were happy with everything we'd bought. Philo was a bit anxious that we wouldn't be able to fit everything into the Golf, and didn't believe me when I suggested an alternative stacking technique which would mean that I could sit in the front seat instead of sitting in the back with all the furniture, looking like a nuffy in the back on my own. Alas, my stacking technique worked, and I was able to sit in the front seat, rubbing in the fact that I was right and Phil was wrong. Hahaha! When we got home we got to unpacking all the goodies and decorating the lounge room, which now looks really cool. So cool that I reckon even the Queer Eye guys would approve. I suggested to Phil that we could go into business in interior decorating, but when he picked a hot pink vase off the shelf at Ikea I retracted that statement as quickly as I'd made it.

On an island not so far away, Nat and Mike got engaged which was exciting news to hear, and
means that a trip to Thailand might be in order sometime next year!

My first visitor will arrive on Friday. Gemma is coming up for Friday night, meaning that we're decorating a bedroom as well. I can't wait to watch Philo put together the bed and table for that room!
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