Womble is of the female persuasion, Jindalee - but you're not the first one to get this wrong (casts mind back to the heady days of the Runner's Arms circa 2005,...)
Hartal today means that we are not allowed to leave the diplomatic area so I am working at the hotel. Clearly, "working" means checking Facebook and RW......but I've prepared as much as I can for the revision course (that I should have started teaching today....) and can't really do much more that's work-related, so I shall spend the afternoon reading and mooching around. Out for dinner this evening at the Dutch Club with some other UK people who are working on the same project as I am.
The treatment is barbaric, isn't it? I know I had some days when I got to the point of thinking death might be preferable to feeling like I did. That feeling passed but I well remember feeling worse than I ever had in my life and knowing that I had to go through this to have a chance of - well, quite frankly - staying alive. You just have to keep on with it and know that one day, it will start to feel better. Stay strong.
I like customers who bring their empty cups back to the counter - saves my tired old bones from having to do it
Jindalee, we are thinking of a week in Sydney, then off to see Great Barrier Reef, Uluru, and various other touristy things. We are thinking of spending a week in three different bases. Mr ST spent 6 months in Australia when he fnished college but I've never been, so we want to fit in as much as we can in 3-4 weeks.