peachy keen

Yes, I cooked a proper meal from scratch and it was delicious.

It may have just been one dish and it may have taken me ages, but this is a huge step forward for me - I used to be a pretty good cook but lost my confidence (and appetite) for a while, so this is progress.

If anyone can recommend any recipes or anything, give me a shout :)

This morning my mum drove both me and her to see my auntie in the south side.

We went via Partick because she had some errands to run and whilst there we spotted some members of the delightful Orange Order preparing for one of their little gatherings. Their behaviour is a cause for great dismay in this part of the world and I am never embarrassed to speak of them as the cretins that they are; I have no respect for them whatsoever. Whilst I fully appreciate the right to freedom of speech as guaranteed by the European Convention of Human Rights, there is no right to bigotry.

I made a comment to this extent to my mum and she echoed my sentiments. She added, however, that one of their little displays took place on the afternoon that she went into labour with me [for those of you that do not know, I was born almost 3 months prematurely - my birth was a very risky experience and I was in hospital for over a month until I was declared healthy enough to wreak havoc upon the world]. She added, however, that the ambulance taking her to hospital was stuck in traffic for almost an hour because of their charming parade. Her exact words were:

‘If you’d have been delivered and died in that ambulance, I would have sued those absolute cunts.’

Sheer poetry.

I’d never been that far south in France before; I’ve obviously been missing out.

Great people, great food, great weather and great culture. The sun may not agree with my hair but it sure has brightened me up.

Vintage shopping, chocolate, sunshine, museum visiting, listening to music, watching American teen movies dubbed in French, cooking, drinking wine, wandering for the sake of wandering, people watching, appreciating art. Mais oui.

barackobama:

“Same-sex couples should be able to get married.”—President Obama 

Go dancing somewhere. Like literally go on a night just so I can dance the night away to some lovely music with lovely people.

Go to more gigs.

Stay this healthy. 

Remember that every day is special.

Get back into wearing nice clothes.

Get a place of my own again.

Build up a rapport.

Get a job that I enjoy.

Network.

Fall asleep smiling.

Wake up smiling.

Watch more movies.

Have more park days.

Have more country side days.

Have more adventures in general.

Get a tan….

Get fit again. 

Eat well.

Properly do a dance show for the first time in 2 years (EXCITEMENT).

Do some Broadway classes…

Keep my hair in the best condition.

Keep my skin in the best condition.

Be me without apologising.

Be happy.

Be Vicky.

I’M GOING TO TORONTO AGAIN :D

And my East Coast plan WILL happen at some point, I can assure you. 

Ecstatic.