Day 11.

Looming rain clouds. Camp. Very camp. Bill and Ben mimicking turned in to laughs all morning. Happy feeling in the air. Shopping call resulting in desperate hunt for Tena Lady. Sex and the City and time on the treadmill.

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As Thursday reared it's gloomy head I was a little apprehensive of my second call. I would be meeting another member of the team. The team of which I had been part of for nearly three months, yet had only met a handful of other carers. I preferred working on my own though to be honest. No judgement, no awkward chit chat, no interference. He was lovely though. A real sweetheart, very flustered, very camp, very me. I was assigned the task of washing the man who is petrified of water, due to some incident in the war. This man loves the ladies. He will love it even more tomorrow when he has two of us.

After my uneventful shopping call, which should last an hour yet actually takes me nearly to the two hour mark, I wanted to get home and fast. I couldn't bare to hear another story about the new Prince and the entire history of the royal family. She is a sweet lady, at times, but only manageable in small doses. I am like a saviour to all carers now I have taken on her call. Go me. 

I am now feeling quite excited. Not only is Friday a wonderful day, not only because I get the weekend's mornings off. (Well planned.) I also get, tomorrow, to go out with my long, lost friend Kerry. I get to try and dye my roots. I get to spend all afternoon pampering myself and no doubt appearing on countless ladders and blogging all sorts. It is a good day had by all, mostly. Tomorrow evening we are going for a meal then drinks then dancing. I need time with her. I need some time away from men. Not that it will be easy once in town but at least she will be with me. This really sounds like a proper girl crush and in some respects it is. She's a tough cookie. Most definitely. In the years we have known each other she has told me everything. Literally. At one point I kicked her little sister out of her own room just so I could stay over. They were good memories. Being woken up by the younger brother. He's changed so much. I miss those days.

There I go again. Being all nostalgic. Seems to be all I do now. Hearing songs that remind me of good times. Speaking to people I haven't heard from in years. Looking back through old photos. It's really lovely.

Hannah xox