Well hello there.

I know I said I was going to do this yesterday but I got a little preoccupied. I’m sure waiting another 24hours wouldn’t hurt. So where to begin? At the beginning I suppose. Here it comes…

To get anywhere from here you tend to have to go through the train station at Newcastle. This is never a big deal as once you’re there you can just hop on the metro to get to the airport. I have done this many times, I saw no problems with doing it again, and I only had a little bag which is a bonus! I discovered my first fatal mistake shortly after arriving at Newcastle station. I was dressed as a typical student. You know, college rugby shirt, jeans that have seen better days, bag on my back. This isn’t such the bad thing, you may cry, but wait, there’s more. To get to the metro station you have to walk a little way, dodging people. You also have to go right past the board where all the trains are displayed. People tend to stand around, looking up and trying to move at the same time. Not good people… you need to look at where you’re going! So I was pottering along, people dodging when a guy in a business suit backs into me. Yes, he was still looking up when we made contact. Yes he had a very hot cup of coffee in his hand. Yes, it went all down my bag, exposed back and suitcase.

He managed to escape without any coffee on him whatsoever. And you know what he did? He looked down his nose at me (now nicely coffee flavoured thank you very much) and sneered “bloody students”. Well i was absolutely furious. For the first time in my life I didn’t just meekly apologise and back away. No, I stood my coffee flavoured ground. I raised myself up to my full height, which meant the top of my head was level with his chest (big guy this moron) and spat back “I may be a student but everybody has to start somewhere. As for you I’d start by looking where you’re going!” turned on my heel and flounced off… too his astonished look and a small round of applause by spectators. It was only when i was safely in the metro that i stopped and examined the damage. Well, i may have had a courageous moment but it kinda fled as soon as I’d spoken. Me? Not big with the brave.

I made it to the airport with faint coffee odours coming of me. You could almost see the reactions of people near me. They could smell the coffee, couldn’t see it and didn’t know why. At least 5 of the people who had been near me when straight to the coffee shop at the airport. I ought to charge commission. Having checked in i settled myself down to wait. I’m good at waiting. Unfortunately, Newcastle airport no longer call easyjet flights so you have to be very alert. No sneaky napping, oh no. You could tell who the easyjet passengers were. They all had a nervous edge to them, a slight twitch even, and would flinch at the slightest movement. They’d also be up and down constantly to check the boards. Some just gave up and sat down in the middle of the floor so they had a constant view. Poor buggers. I just wanted to hand them some mittens and a cup of tea and soothe them until the flight was ready. They looked so distraught.

When I finally made it to the departure lounge I was one of the first on the plane. The joys of arriving early. I grabbed a nice seat and settled myself down for the short flight to Geneva. The flight only took about 1hr40 but due to them being an hour ahead it felt a little weird. After waiting for what seemed an age for my luggage (easyjet, i think they juggle with it first) I made it out to where The Boy and his dad were waiting for me.

It was chucking it down. I mean this was serious rain. The only good thing I could see about it was that whilst my case had been left outside by the kind unloading people, the rain had washed off the coffee. Small mercies I guess. It was a quick drive to the house and when we arrived we were presented with food, which is always good. having been shown my room I went to bed, not quite sure what to expect for the next few days.

Thursday the weather was still fairly awful. We decided not to go skiing as there was no guarantee that the weather would be any better higher up. Instead, we decided to go on a mini road trip. Myself, The Boy and his parents all crossed the border into France and headed for the Beaujolais region. Once there, we turned and headed more specifically for the Fleurie Vineyards and the cave that they have there.

Yes, we went wine tasting in Fleurie. Oh happy day! Several cases of wine later we drove up to where there is a tiny chapel situated. It’s surrounded by vines and it just looks so forlorn standing on top of a hill.

I think it’s called La Madonne, but I could be wrong! Having spend the day looking at wines and the French countryside we headed back to Geneva. The Boy and I went out that night to a place called Coppet and found a gorgeous little bar that does the best cocktails in the world. i was a very happy bunny. So only mildly tipsy we headed back to prepare for my first day of skiing.

The skiing was, fantastic. I couldn’t get over how pretty the mountains looked. No wait, pretty is the wrong word. Bloody impressive, awe inspiring, nature’s finest. Yeh, that’s better. We were skiing up in the Mont Jura at a place called La Faucille. And that’s all I know so please don’t ask me anything else! Having gone through the comedy moment of trying to get ski boots on for the first time and then lock myself into my skis we achieved a look:

Please note how he’s holding me up, I had a few issues to start with! The day was spent teaching me how to do various things like the snow plough (bringing the front of your skis together so that you come to a halt. It took me a day to master this one, I just came to a halt by deciding to introduce my face to the snow), parallel turns, not falling over (that one was tough) and how to use a ski lift 101. By then end of the day I was getting the hang of it. Unfortunately, I was on the nursery slopes with a debutante pass which meant i was constantly being overtaken by small 3 year olds just zooming past me. It’s a very depressing feeling.

Saturday we went back again and this time I got an adult pass, which meant I could technically go anywhere on the mountain. The worst thing is that you’re going up on a ski lift and you know that the only way to get back down is to ski. So ski is what I did:

I was very proud of myself, and I only fell over a couple of times. It made me feel better though when I saw The Boy’s daddy fall over and his sister was covered in tell tale snow that could only have gotten there of she’d gone head first into a snow drift. See, everybody does it!

By the end of that second day I was doing really well. Apparently I’d managed to pick it all up very quickly and had a good sense of balance which helps! I was even able to do a cheeky “I didn’t fall over” pose for The Boy:

The Sunday was our last day skiing and we just went for it. The conditions were perfect (as they had been everyday, we had fresh snow every single night we were there) and I was no longer afraid of going at fast speeds. So much so that The Boy and I took different routes down the mountain and then raced each other back up on the ski lifts. I won His excuse was that there was a large que. Pah. (lub choo baby!)

The final run down was just amazing. It’s a really fantastic feeling to take on one of natures own and come out unscathed. But come out i did, grinning like a loon and with rosy red cheeks.

The Boy was incredibly patient with me. Going over things and picking me up every time I fell over. Making sure i was ok and pushing me to try different slopes. It really was fabulous. And we laughed so much, I can’t believe how much it relaxed me.

I did have a couple of comedy falls though. One where i went into a snow drift and all The Boy could see was snow settling over me and another where i went very much arse over tits and did a backwards roly-poly down the mountain. i stood up, covered in snow, unable to get my ski back on and just started laughing.

Monday was spent with just The Boy. Everybody else had gone back to England and his Dad was at work so we got to decide exactly what we wanted to do. We took the car down to Geneva itself and went for a nice little walk. Geneva really is gorgeous, I will definitely be going back if they’ll have me!

Just behind me is the famous Jet d’eau (very original name don’t you think?!) which we could see right from the top of the mountains. We met up with a friend of The Boy’s for coffee later that afternoon and then i had to rush home, pack, eat and get to the airport. We made it with about 10 minutes to spare!

Even though I was one of the last onto the plane i still managed to bag myself a window seat. As I watched the lights of Geneva fade into the distance I made a promise to myself. I will try to stay this relaxed. It was the most beautiful feeling.

The promise proved a little hard to keep though as I arrived back at Newcastle to discover my lift wasn’t there. Upon ringing her she exclaimed massive delight in hearing from me until she realised that I was back Monday, not Wednesday. Still, she did turn up and amongst apologising to me quizzed me about my entire time away.

And now you know everything. I still ache but it’ll get better shortly. Plus, I get to stay relaxed as this coming weekend will see the 1st anniversary of my 21st birthday… and The Boy will be coming up. Woo!

For now though I have a hundred and one things left to do so I really ought to get on with them. If you’ve made it this far, well done!

Ooo, yoghurt!

AxXx

Yes, I’m back from Switzerland.

No, I didn’t break anything (or even achieve any minor bruising)

Yes, I had an absolutely wicked time skiing.

No, you can’t hear about it now as I’m going to bed. Je suis tres fatigue (go me with the semi-french!)

Yes, I ache all over… but in such a good way
Will tell all tomorrow, which coincidentally will be post number 400. It’s all very exciting stuff!

AxXx

Just because I felt like it
AxXx

I didn’t go to the party tonight. I had something more important to do.

My Boy turned up as a suprise.

That’s right, in a club on Thursday night, absolutely hammered due to drowning my sorrows that I wasn’t going to see him for a while, he turns up. Just like that. Out of the blue.

And he made me cry.

All my friends knew he was coming and were so very pleased with themselves that they’d managed to keep a secret. I didn’t know whether to be angry at them or fabulously grateful!

So yes, the weekend is being spent with The Boy. Period. No work (well not much) and just plenty of time with him before we go away on Wednesday. It’s kinda ironic really, the only day I won’t get to see him this week is Tuesday.

Go figure.

I’m off to enjoy the rest of the most gorgeously romantic weekend I could possibly imagaine.

Have fun y’all!

AxXx

I’m supposed to be going to a birthday party on Saturday. Not a big deal I hear your silent masses cry but there is a catch. It’s fancy dress.

The theme is anything musical, so musical theatre, operah singers, characters from musical films… you get the idea.

And I have no idea what to go as.

Help! Please!!!

AxXx

You’ve got to love being drunk when you only went to the bar to get some food (in the form of a toastie… nyam!) I don’t quite know what happened. But it’s all good.

Today has been such a good day. I made t=it to breakfast, had lots of giggles, went for coffee where i cracked up about penguin poking (don’t ask!) and then had an equally comical lunch. This wa all rounded off by the most hysterical hustings I’ve seen in a long time. We made them sing! Woo! Tis fabulous
I know there’s a lot more that I should be saying, and that I’ve been equally pants in updating this thing but my brain has been occupied elsewhere. Bloody degree.

Oh, and just because I can say this here… today is my 9 month anniversary with my boy. It may not seem like a lot to those of you in long term relationships but to me it’s a massive milestone. I only ever reached this point with one other guy and as much as he meant to me, this one is far more superior. I’m in a state of semi shock. Part of me still can’t uderstand why he watns to be with me but I guess that’s the drink talking.

Speaking of which, I should go to bed. Yes. That sounds like a good plan.

Night all!

AxXx

There’s been a lot going on with me, and at the same time not much has happened.

To sum up: (in no particular order)

I put my back out
My Phone died
I went to the library to aid my dissertation
I got a new phone (it’s all shiny)
I’ve not been sleeping well
I got incredibly drunk last night to drown my sorrows
I got horrifically depressed at the ent. The theme was “What i want to be when I grow up”. I still don’t know so my costume was incredibly lame and just had a few question marks on it.
I’ve made it to all my lectures and seminars (go me)
I’ve been feeding my addiction to The O.C and Lost by becoming a download whore.
I’ve been in even more denial about my degree… at this rate I really don’t think I’m going to do very well. I have no confidence left in my abilities.

So yeh, that’s it really. I know this isn’t really a very informative or useful post but I’m really not sure what else to say at the moment.

Just need to cheer up and de-stress me thinks. Yas. Seeing The Boy will help, as will getting away from Durham. Week and a half til I’m in Switzerland… woo!

AxXx