New Home and Skydiving

Yes. I am going to throw myself out of an airplane at 4000m! Woohoo! I have always said I'd do it before I'm 30, and on June 5th (a whole 3 days before I turn the big 3 0), I will. Actually, I have to call on the 1st and check the weather with them, and also that the airplane is 'safe' (hmmm). But, I'm sure it's all tippety-top and I'll happily go against every screaming neutron in my brain, and jump out of an airplane. How cool is that? I'm so excited I can hardly breathe.

AND - I finally feel confident about my new abode to write about it. I have one. It's a great location, and a great place. I'm so, so happy about it I can barely breathe. I can move in this Tuesday, but seeing as I don't even own my own bed, I might have to visit good old Ikea first. I love Ikea don't you? I once got thrown out of there with a couple of friends for acting out 'life' in the various rooms they have set up. It was such a laugh. If I ever remember I'll dig out some photos and post them. We'd pose as if the photo had been taken during a party, with us standing/sitting in the kitchen, drinking out of empty champagne glasses and eating plastic fruit, head in the fridge etc. Sometimes we were in the bath too (and even in bed. Naughty naughty). The security people didn't find it quite as funny as we did. Can't imagine why. It was so funny I could barely breathe.

Anyway. This morning something strange happened. I came to my bike to go out, only to find that someone had put a plastic bag over my saddle, so the rain didn't make it all wet. How weird is that? It's also a bit sad that I am so surprised that someone might have just done a good deed - but why my bike?? I might have a stalker. I'm so scared/excited I can barely breathe.

Anyway. Enough of this crap. I'm going to go and do some work now. Ta ra.