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To be very honest, though, it wasn't so difficult this time, because the BBC weather guys would just have needed to look at their own satellite image to see that, when there are no clouds, grey cloud and drizzle would be rather difficult to come by. What counts, however, is the fact that we're going to have beautiful if rather cold autumn weather, which I'm going to enjoy to the fullest.
Valentina, the poor thing, evidently hadn't just lost her voice last Sunday but caught some nasty virus. So she told me she'd rather not play with me tomorrow and only do two lessons with children, as she's still not quite well. Gym is out of the question, given the fine weather, so I decided I'll walk down to the river (approx. 45 min), run there for an hour and then walk back home. That's about 2,5 hrs of exercise, including warm-up and cool-down. And I can do a few abs after getting home (abs are important, remember?)
Tomorrow night there'll be dinner with a few embassy friends, plus also the parents of the adorable Arne (that's the toddler who squeezed my tits, saying "I like you!") Said parents, Alex and Ana (he Danish, she Finnish), came to our reception on Tuesday, and I have to say that Ana is the most adorable drunk I've ever seen. She's short, round and blond with large blue eyes and when she's totally drunk, she gets a slightly unfocused but entirely angelic look and doesn't talk much but smiles a lot. Very sweet.
And I swear that I'll be doing pedicure tomorrow afternoon. And manicure.
It's really cold now, and yesterday I realized that I don't have any warm jackets for autumn/winter. Last year I could still wear the jacket I used to have in Ankara, but this year it's really too big for me. I could practically live in that thing, boyz included.
So I used the 20 minutes between a press conference in the morning and lunch with Stefanie to buy, well, not just one jacket. I bought two, because it's only reasonable to have a lighter one, too, for autumn. They're both black, the lighter one is cloth and very simply cut, mid-thigh length, and the really warm one is like a very stylish anorak, nipped in at the waist and long enough to cover a longer jacket or jumper, but not too long. Unfortunately there was also a chocolate brown suede skirt (love!), a very pretty brown-beige-white bouclée cardigan (the type that's not too elastic and cut like a tailored jacket), and, erm, another very nice skirt with a grey-black kind-of-houndstooth pattern, i.e. the missing link between the grey and the black suit.
I'll just have to stay abroad for the rest of my working life, unless I'm willing to contemplate becoming a prostitute to finance my clothes habit, because there's no way I can finance that out of my meagre Austrian salary.
I'm back at the 4hrs sleep - 2hrs awake -- back to sleep pattern, BTW. Well, if that's what the body wants... Ze Boyz are mildly disapproving but seem to get used to it.
Turkish reception today was mega-big but on the whole rather boring. Crawling with Turks (lots of them here in Macedonia), not many nice people to talk to, apart from Christopher the Brit ambassador -- he earned imself more brownie points (he already did so by smoking) by telling me that he and his partner had adopted a small kitten, which was the reason why partner hadn't accompanied him to the reception. She preferred to stay home with the new kitten which is totally understandable.
BTW, it's stupid, isn't it, to automatically assume a man is gay if he notices things about you. I said hello to this guy working for [...] (yes, Mr H's [...], and it's bloody huge, almost 300 employees) who I'd had a rather nice conversation with on Tuesday, and he said, "You're wearing your hair differently today, aren't you?" I mean, WTF??? Of course he was right, because I wasn't wearing it spiked-up but brushed forward and with little gel, but hey? This isn't like the difference between wearing long hair open or put up! And he noticed that I wasn't wearing glasses (which I'd forgotten, dammit, and was having trouble recognizing people standing more than 5m away) Well, maybe he *is* gay. Or he's another Holy Grail -- again one I don't find attractive.
This seems to be all, folks. Sleep should be coming in a while, or so I hope.
It's 11 a.m. in Australia. Daniel the Lovely Nephew is probably sitting his English test now. Will stop writing now and be keeping fingers crossed instead.
Valentina, the poor thing, evidently hadn't just lost her voice last Sunday but caught some nasty virus. So she told me she'd rather not play with me tomorrow and only do two lessons with children, as she's still not quite well. Gym is out of the question, given the fine weather, so I decided I'll walk down to the river (approx. 45 min), run there for an hour and then walk back home. That's about 2,5 hrs of exercise, including warm-up and cool-down. And I can do a few abs after getting home (abs are important, remember?)
Tomorrow night there'll be dinner with a few embassy friends, plus also the parents of the adorable Arne (that's the toddler who squeezed my tits, saying "I like you!") Said parents, Alex and Ana (he Danish, she Finnish), came to our reception on Tuesday, and I have to say that Ana is the most adorable drunk I've ever seen. She's short, round and blond with large blue eyes and when she's totally drunk, she gets a slightly unfocused but entirely angelic look and doesn't talk much but smiles a lot. Very sweet.
And I swear that I'll be doing pedicure tomorrow afternoon. And manicure.
It's really cold now, and yesterday I realized that I don't have any warm jackets for autumn/winter. Last year I could still wear the jacket I used to have in Ankara, but this year it's really too big for me. I could practically live in that thing, boyz included.
So I used the 20 minutes between a press conference in the morning and lunch with Stefanie to buy, well, not just one jacket. I bought two, because it's only reasonable to have a lighter one, too, for autumn. They're both black, the lighter one is cloth and very simply cut, mid-thigh length, and the really warm one is like a very stylish anorak, nipped in at the waist and long enough to cover a longer jacket or jumper, but not too long. Unfortunately there was also a chocolate brown suede skirt (love!), a very pretty brown-beige-white bouclée cardigan (the type that's not too elastic and cut like a tailored jacket), and, erm, another very nice skirt with a grey-black kind-of-houndstooth pattern, i.e. the missing link between the grey and the black suit.
I'll just have to stay abroad for the rest of my working life, unless I'm willing to contemplate becoming a prostitute to finance my clothes habit, because there's no way I can finance that out of my meagre Austrian salary.
I'm back at the 4hrs sleep - 2hrs awake -- back to sleep pattern, BTW. Well, if that's what the body wants... Ze Boyz are mildly disapproving but seem to get used to it.
Turkish reception today was mega-big but on the whole rather boring. Crawling with Turks (lots of them here in Macedonia), not many nice people to talk to, apart from Christopher the Brit ambassador -- he earned imself more brownie points (he already did so by smoking) by telling me that he and his partner had adopted a small kitten, which was the reason why partner hadn't accompanied him to the reception. She preferred to stay home with the new kitten which is totally understandable.
BTW, it's stupid, isn't it, to automatically assume a man is gay if he notices things about you. I said hello to this guy working for [...] (yes, Mr H's [...], and it's bloody huge, almost 300 employees) who I'd had a rather nice conversation with on Tuesday, and he said, "You're wearing your hair differently today, aren't you?" I mean, WTF??? Of course he was right, because I wasn't wearing it spiked-up but brushed forward and with little gel, but hey? This isn't like the difference between wearing long hair open or put up! And he noticed that I wasn't wearing glasses (which I'd forgotten, dammit, and was having trouble recognizing people standing more than 5m away) Well, maybe he *is* gay. Or he's another Holy Grail -- again one I don't find attractive.
This seems to be all, folks. Sleep should be coming in a while, or so I hope.
It's 11 a.m. in Australia. Daniel the Lovely Nephew is probably sitting his English test now. Will stop writing now and be keeping fingers crossed instead.
