If life were simple I’d have the time to blog every day and I’d be able to update you all with the very mundane comings and goings of this 26 year old, but its not so I don’t so now you’ll have to make do with a quick update.

Life sometimes sucks, and sometimes it doesn’t end of.

I’m not going to bore you with the bad bits because lets face it this week when things have been bad they’ve been very bad.

However on the flip side of that when they’ve been going good they’ve gone very very good. The epitome being Monday night when…*deep breathe*..

WE WENT TO SEE PEARL JAM AT WEMBLEY…

Oh my god, just oh my g o d. they were marvelous, I am in love with Eddie Vedder, I have liked Pearl Jam since I was teenager taking my first tentative steps towards a lifetime of love and respect for music and have found a renewed respect for them since I met Mr Clarke and we discovered a mutual liking for the band, well I say liking his borders on obsession. I can not even begin to explain how good it was I am at a loss for words…yes me stuck for something to say but it’s true. To articulate it into a coherent sentence is beyond my capabilities it was THAT good!!

So in short THE highlight since I last blogged, THE gig.

Low point since last blog (well the one that I can be bothered to bring up again) being stuck at 8a.m at Wolverhampton train station trying to get a train to Stafford but all being trains heading that way being canceled because of the flooding, finally getting the only train heading north and feeling more than slightly perturbed by the lakes that I’m passing that I am quite sure the day before were fields! Only to arrive at my place of work to find the torrential rain has flooded the shop and bought the ceiling through on the first floor so we cant even open until that has been cleared.

Most embarrassing moment since last blog, being stranded at Stafford train station because of the flooding with all trains south being delayed for at least an hour. I go to get coffee from the very attractive man in the coffee shop. Unceremoniously dumping my bag to scout through it to find my purse. Out comes my phone, camera, Ipod, book, my umbrella all over the counter and a tampon right into his lap, and did I mention he was extremely good looking. I was mortified but apparently by the look on his face he was more so.

All I could do was ask for it back trying not to laugh in his face, while fishing for change in my purse to pay for my drink and rush away to a vacant table sit with my back to the counter and giggle mercilessly at his expense.

I’m sorry random train station coffee clerk but your face was a picture!!