Psychoblog

went to my best friend’s wedding on saturday. it was perfect. when i saw pete looking up the aisle at michelle, and he was looking so happy and proud, i nearly cried. michelle was a very blushing bride and their kids (jack and caleb) looked like little angels with their golden hair and their little page boy outfits. the service was really good because the vicar was very enthusiastic about it all and you could tell that it was a pleasure for him to be marrying them. at the end of the ceremony i thought that i really want to get married now…now dammit.

we went to the local social club afterwards where the reception was. lots of really nice buffet food and dancing. i met up with my old set of friends and we talked lots about the old days and what we were all doing now. that was /really/ good. i’m going to make a concerted effort to keep in touch with them now since they have reminded me why we were such good friends.

there was a moment in the night when michelle and pete were dancing slowly together and they were carrying their 2 kids between them. they looked like the perfect family and i thought then that she is only 24 but she has everything.

the really good thing to come out of this wedding (apart from michelle getting married and finding my friends again) is that carl was so impressed with the vicar he asked him if he would marry us and he agreed (!). not only did he agree, but he was really interested in us and our lives and i felt like he would be really pleased to marry us. i would love him to marry us and i would love us to get married at home in brum. his church is on my old route to school and it would be really easy for all my friends and family, so if carl wants to get married there i won’t complain. anyway, brum would be closer for all our family and friends than nottingham, and we have decided that we don’t like nottingham anyway.

sunday was my grandad’s birthday meal. poo knows how old he is now, i can’t keep up. but he doesn’t seem to have aged in all the time that i have been around to know him. we went to the other social club for a meal and had the traditional games of pool. the comedy moment came when grandad called carl a nymphomaniac without knowing what it meant.

all in all it was a great weekend in brum and i was sad to leave. good luck to my middle brother who was away doing the 3 peaks challenge (he is the weirdest bethel amongst us).

just like to say that i have drunk a lot of wine whilst writing this (that’s 2 glasses for me) and things are spinning around but i have managed to type stuff anyway.

hoorah.

sometimes i don’t really know what to put here. me and carl do almost everything together and so he has usually written all about everything in his blog before i come to put something in mine. never mind. he often sees things differently to me anyway.

carl has been made redundant. that came as a big shock. i’m glad that he doesn’t have to work there anymore because he was so unhappy, but at the same time there are all the natural worries about moneystuffs. he has been applying for lots of jobs though and his experience and charm will prolly get him something before money runs out. if not i might be dusting off my bar maiding skills. it will all be okay though, whichever way things turn out.

we went to our first proper raf air show a bit ago and it was absolutely great. we arrived at the airfield just in time to see the fighter jets stretching their wings. i never really imagined that they would go so fast and be so loud. it sounded like they were ripping the sky apart and i had to hide behind carl (bonked my nose on his back the first time a jet came past low). i can’t imagine what it would be like to be one of those pilots. we saw lots of other things. the red arrows were perfect (they have to be though) and the harrier was great and the aerobatic pilots were amazing too. i went on a helicopter which was a real experience. i don’t like flying in planes but the helicopter was just so gentle and graceful and relaxing. so much better.

i came away from it all with the conclusion that being in the raf would be a really cool career if it wasn’t for the whole war thing. oh, and a floppy hat works better than suncream at keeping noses from being burnt.

work things are going well. have scanned my first patient now (too scared to look at the results though) and have recruited my second. i think i am keeping my supervisor sufficiently happy. it is coming up to the end of my second year now, which is scary. but i’m glad i’m over half way. i’m in a bit of a slump at the moment where i am a bit fed up of it all and can i do something different now please? saw an advert today for a job doing fmri of sleep. now that’s something that i would like to do. never mind. apparently this happens to all phd people and the enthusiasm will return.

in 3 days time it is my best friends wedding back in brum. that’s going to be really weird. there are going to be some people there i haven’t seen in a long time and it will be nice/strange to catch up with them again.