I am paying for my debauchery this weekend.  Diets are supposed to revitalize you, make you feel energized.  I have a headache and I'm tired.  I fell asleep while reading on the balcony with my tongue hanging out.  My loud snort woke me up when my head dropped to my shoulder.  Sad, sad.  To make this situation worse my wretched husband has decided he loves cooking shows.  Grounds for divorce?  I think maybe.  My allergies are going nuts too, so I'm just a mess.  Now the Acacia and all sorts of other trees are flowering.  Everyone is coughing and sneezing, red-eyed and itchy.  Spring is really intense this year.  It's been so warm and with such heavy rain that all the plants are exploding, spewing pollen all over.

I'm also paying for the accident.  I've been waiting with fingers and toes crossed for some news from the police and the insurance companies but it wasn't until yesterday that we heard from them.  They've judged me completely to blame, not surprising as I'm a foreigner and the other guy was a local, (plus it was rather my fault).  Even with insurance we'll be responsible for deductibles and this that and the other.  The 2 insurance companies refuse to communicate so GP has to be the middleman.  He's sooooo pleased.  We still have no idea if this means repairs or new car and either way nothing will be settled for months.  My big fear is a fine or God forbid my license revoked as I haven't even had it a year!  Not after what I went through last year to get it!!

The whole incident has left me extremely paranoid and I'm driving like an old lady.  This morning I had to take GP into the train station in the city and even with no traffic, (it was 6am), it took me twice as long as usual.  I have little electric motor bikes passing me for chrissakes!  I've lost my hutzpah....
xxoo me