Well, today I found out that I got rejected for the ranger job. That sucks, but was expected.
On the upside, I have had (apart from this blip) a great 24 hours!
Yesterday was the 1-year anniversary of Gray and I's 'official' getting together. One whole year without so much as a small spat... He came over. We had Chinese food. We watched TV and snuggled. We went to bed and 'snuggled' some more. He snored whilst I tossed and turned in pain from my overdoing it at circus skills.
I got up in the dark. Eventually - I had a really hard time not only waking up and peeling myself away from the bed but leaving Gray. It sounds pathetic but I hate our parting ways even for the shortest of times. (Especially hard leaving them in your nice warm bed whilst having to go out into the bitter weather.)
I travelled up to the tiny village I lodged in for 2 summers whilst in college, and it was just so strange being back. My old workplace changed hands - and got ruined - so haven't been back since. I wanted to see if my landlady was still there, but never got the chance.
I got to a house and knocked on the door, to find a gaggle of people inside the hippiest of hippy homes.
We had (unexpectedly amazing!) vegan chocolate orange cake for breakfast whilst acquainting ourselves with each other, before sorting ourselves out. A mutual friend makes and sells clothing, specialising in patchwork coats, and today was the day for her photo shoot for her last ever collection. Sad times! This was, however, the chance to fulfil my mum's wish when I was small.
Today, I was a model.
I have to say, I am in love with all the things. I love all the people. I still love the location.
I fucking hated the weather. We could get sheltered from the worst of the rain, but my thermals and copious layers were no match for the cold.
For the last outfits, we went up to a car park overlooking pretty much the whole of the Levels, coastline and across to Wales. I always loved this place, but I never imagined being up there on the coldest day of the year so far in a short-sleeved coat and the glitteriest of glittery face paint creations across my face.
I wore the face paint home, as I sloped off from there instead of heading back to the house. I got through Hippy Central just in time as the roads were being closed for the carnival. I almost stopped to enjoy the night of it, but having been frozen to the core all day I just wanted to go home.
I returned to a cold and quiet house, and that job rejection email. I washed off the make-up and donned PJs.
I still have glitter in my eyebrows and hair, on my face and pretty much everywhere else. I fancy it may take a while to evict! I hope it lasts longer than the cold in my core...
