My Macbook hard-drive died a slow and painful death, leading to months without a computer to call my own 
A tough time! But it’s all better now… a brand new hard-drive, installed with brand-new fancy screwdrivers and some handy online tutorials. YouTube can teach anyone anything.
Anyway.
- friends and I spent a long weekend in Portnoo, Ireland, at the end of September. Such a fun, hilarious, gin-fuelled weekend. I have about 400 photos of the whole affair, but I think this one sums it up nicely:
- the day after we got back from Portnoo, I started my new job at The Royal London Hospital as a band six. The first few weeks of any new job are generally a weird mix of being super bored and extremely stressed out. I figured out my way around the wards just in time for our big move into a brand new state-of-the-art 17-floor hospital building, with three towers, connecting bridges and lifts that you have to programme from the outside with a key card as there are no buttons inside the lift. Needless to say, I no longer know my way around, along with 2000 other staff members and half of East London. However, it’s a good job and a lovely team.
- September also saw the end to my parents’ marriage. Divorce doesn’t appear to ever be something families can come through unscathed.
- We had Adam and his friend Sam stay for a weekend. Good times in Greenwich and a delicious curry in Brick Lane.
- Wedding planning is progressing nicely. We have a venue, a photographer, a guest-list, a make-up and hair person, nearly a celebrant, and two dress fittings booked in. Organised, yes!
And now, the run up to Christmas and New York. Can not wait.
