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What Not To Worry About #18

Hello friends. How are we this Tuesday? Feeling fresh as a daisy or did you reach for the covers this morning to hide away from the morning light? I've been feeling a little knackered lately and my body has been telling me so in a few different ways; cough is a little worse, I have developed a very attractive rash on my belly and I have been in my PJ's before sundown the 3 few evenings. Hot stuff. So overall I have been better but at the same time I have definitely been worse. There are so many wee things that are lifting me back to where I am happiest - a few little ailments won't tear me back down. The last few weekends have been permeated with sunlight, the coats have been shed and I have definitely welcomed the return of daytime cocktails. It's all good right here. Last weekend was a mix of good and bad behaviour. Friday was spent with friends tasting delicious beer at a local brewery which escalated in to a night of dancing and a few too many whiskies. I tried to exonerate myself on Saturday with a yoga workshop at Flow Studio which was nothing short of tingly loveliness. I learned so much and forgave myself for the debauchery the night before until I wolfed a chicken goujon supper after and then I was right back on the road to Guilt Town. On Sunday we discovered a new slice of heaven at Mahee Island which blew lots of good sea air in to my lungs and made me smile from ear to ear. I love stumbling upon new corners of this country especially when they're so close to home. Mahee Island is actually a part of a bunch of tiny islands in Strangford Lough and is only about 15 minutes from Belfast so it's the perfect Sunday escape from the city. The islands are connected by narrow bridges with water surrounding every view from the road - it felt like we were so much further from home. Having a quick jaunt to the water is the best way to clear the head of negative thoughts and these are the thoughts that Mahee Island cured me of this week... Hearing My Voice Recorded There is truly no other sound that can make me want to pull my own ears off than the sound of my own voice. When I hear it recorded I try to imagine why anyone speaks to me or why I have any friends at all. The reason I mention this is because I have recently started to record myself on Insta stories and so the fear is very real but like any fear I just have to get over it and hope that I don't drive followers away in their hoards! Hospital Appointments I have THREE hospital appointments this week. THREE. Three times I will have to wait in a crappy waiting room with nothing to read but Woman's Own or ancient posters about COPD. Three times I will have to talk to medical staff who have been whittled down to a point after years of listening to the moans of others. Naturally I'm super excited about it especially the extortionate car park charges which I never seem to have the change for. But I will not let the negativity get to me! Man Cables Andrew is a hoarder. He hoards the most random of technical stuff which he stores in most corners of our tiny house. He thinks if he puts a lamp on a drive drive he can try and disguise it as a table but he ain't fooling anyone. This week I decided that his pile of cables/keypads/LED lightbulbs will no longer torment me so I shoved them in the cupboard under the stairs like a good housewife. Itchy Feet No this isn't another ailment but refers to my wanderlusting ways of the last few weeks. In my spare time (and by spare time I mean when I'm shovelling my lunch at my desk) I have been researching a new adventure and emailing Andrew links and ideas. He seems to not care quite as much and every evening I browse Airbnb beside him in the hope it might interest him a little. I think I'm just going to have to book his flight to the Philippines which I think he might be OK with. Deseeding Avocados Is anyone able to do this without fear of decapitating their fingers? I can barely look down when I'm making my guacamole! Scary business. And that's it for this week folks. Wishing you a super lovely week filled with copious amounts of cherry blossom pictures and a little more sunshine :)

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I'm Alex, the writer, photographer and creator of The Full Shilling. I started writing as a way to share all my favourite places in Ireland and the list just keeps growing! My aim is that you'll find somewhere new to explore and you'll make some great memories along the way. Happy reading!

2 Comments

  • Alex Donnelly
    6 years ago

    A spoon is much safer I would say! Andrew is constantly terrified I'm going to chop my finger off! X

  • Kate
    6 years ago

    Great read as always Alex .... for the safe removal of your avocado stone use a spoon and scoop it out ... much safer than a knife. Hope you feeling better sweetheart x

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