I’m not really surprised at how tired I am today – since being diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis last November and after a short spell in hospital my energy levels have been, shall we say, a bit shite. I can be full of beans one day, and then the next i’ll be laying on the floor hoping someone will just put a blanket over me.. But last night was a late one for me. I’m usually tucked up in bed extra early but as it was the office Christmas party I was out WAAAAY past my bedtime.. (11:30 once the taxi trauma was dealt with..)
Good fun was had by all, as were a couple of glasses of wine, and some fairly yummy haute-ish cuisine. I was grateful for that, if only because of the portion sizes – yesterday’s epiphany has made me a bit more conscious of what i’m eating / drinking.. Thankfully, dessert was Christmas pudding. I fecking hate it. Gooey mixed-fruit nastiness.. never been a fan, don’t see that changing.. You can keep em. And Chocolate Oranges. Which just shouldn’t be allowed, due to the completely WRONG taste combination..
But back to the taxi trauma. Why is it when you book a damn cab they can’t just say ‘we don’t have one at the time you need one’?? And yes, I realise it’s because they want your money. But seriously? I’m obviously a bird, i’m requesting a cab outside of London Zoo which looks like mugging central in fecking daylight, and the time i’m actually requesting it for is 2230, so could we not have a security conscious moment please?? Could you NOT leave me stood out side in the rain before you even CALL ME TO SAY YOU’RE RUNNING LATE?? And PLEASE don’t refer to me as DARLING when you don’t know me, whilst telling me in a really fucking patronising tone that I need to understand it takes time to get to the venue!!! ARRRRRGHH!! Yes, you twazzock, I know it takes time – which is why I booked you 45 mins in advance! Don’t even get me started on the fact that the cab operator told me I may have to direct the driver to where I needed to go.. Fucktards all round…
Thankfully, a black cab whizzed past after about 15 minutes and picked us up. Needless to say, he didn’t need driving directions and I was tucked up in my bed by 2330.. phew…
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