8/10/2005
All Change
On Saturday, I was given the news that I had been successful in my application for my dream job. In the few weeks previous to this, I had got a new bike, one of my very good friends had given me a gift of 500 pounds, a beautiful young lady had started going out with me, and someone has offered to pay for a week long holiday in Germany for me.
So I bought a lottery ticket.
In the last couple of days, I have fallen down the stairs, and been attacked by a swarm of biting insects which have made my back, arms and legs look like a molehill convention.
And... I didn't win the lottery.
In a wierd and twisted way, this has made me breathe a sigh of relief. I was starting to think maybe I had slipped into an alternative universe were politicians told the truth and the toilet paper never ran out.
But nevertheless, I have a job.
I have a job.
Me, Terence. That's who. That's who has a job. Me.
Job + Who has one? = me.
It's a job with young people, which involves bossing around 5 youth volunteers, and running the day retreats of a retreat centre. I get accomodation and food (and pay as well).
What other news? I haven't written to anyone in ages because both my arms were lost in a terrible accident involving two deck chairs and a lawnmower. I'm typing with my nose.
My girlfriend, Evelyna, is fantastic. That's her up at the top, and co-incidentally, the scenery behind her is part of the place that I will be working.
That's about all. I'm going to stop now because my nose is starting to hurt.
God bless,
Terence
