Today we:
1. Visited the largest aquarium in the world…
which is inside…
2. The largest shopping mall in the world…
and then we…
3. Took the fastest elevator in the world…
up the…
4. Tallest building in the world!

(Batman also reckons we had the most expensive couple of drinks in the world. Not quite, but close!)

Gosh, it’s great. We’re exhausted by the sheer effort that we’re applying to our relaxation. Yesterday included two miles on the treadmill (walking, of course, and only on account of the huge dinners), and a fair bit of wallowing in the Hot! Less Hot. Mmmm, lovely. Cooler. Bloody freezing! pools of the Turkish bath. Hubba.
Then we had a trip out for a bit of Organised Religion, under the care of the most enthusiastic Italian priest in the world, and that’s saying something. He had an accent exactly like Count Dracula, and shook hands with the entire congregation on the way out. Batman’s disguise includes some very red hair, and Count Priest announced, at the top of his voice, “Ha! Zis ees new haiirrr! Ha!” Most amusing.
Today’s excitement has included a stingray at the beach, but only for a minute. It’s also included more treadmill, a snooze, and perhaps a trip to the souk, if we can stay awake that long. It’s chancy enough.

I’d love to say that I have a terribly exciting life. Well, you know, I do, all jet-setting and life-or-death surgery, weeping mothers falling on my neck to thank me for saving their child’s life, nurses mopping my fevered brow and all that. It’s exhausting. No, really. It’s just like that. It’s not an endless drudge at all. I had a study afternoon today, so I made an executive decision and played hooky. Batman and I went for lunch, then bought the poor decrepit man some new jeans. Married life is also exciting. Tonight, I have been mostly ironing. I am also growing some onions, so I wed them and watered the lobelia.

Sunday was exciting, but only if you are a little bit OverThereian. Sarah Harmer was playing in Astro City; I’d bought tickets (forgetting I was on call). For once in my call-life, I was not going anywhere at 8.45pm, so I went to the concert. It was in a shady bar, the location of which I had to look up on the Hindernet. There were thirty people there (I counted). She was amazing. Oh, and then I. Got. To. Meet. Her. I am going to abandon my usual thoughts on overuse of exclamation marks, and say: !!!

In case you missed that: !!!

I also had my photo taken, and she autographed my CD. I am a little starstruck. It was an exciting evening. Much more exciting than work.

I am going back to the ironing. It is nearly bedtime.

I was wittering in theatre to the SHO, to the effect that I was a bit Ford Prefect-ish in my inability to recognise sarcasm unless I was concentrating hard. He had an expression of blankness, or perhaps he was smelling something.
“You don’t know who Ford Prefect is, do you?” I said.
“Nope,” was the answer – and this is the bright SHO.
“Hitch hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Radio show? Book? Even recently, a filum? No?”
“Nope.”

Hmm.

This being the first Wednesday in February, most junior doctors change jobs, so we have four new SHOs. I know, I know, I was one once, etc.. How true. They’re all so very young. It troubles me. One could so easily be labelled a cougar for harassing the young men. OK, yes, I know, I wish. We heard we were getting four chaps, so I was a little surprised to find one wearing a dress. But it was all right, she was a girl. I said, “Oh, you’re not a man!” and she said that I was the third person to tell her that. I think she was having a trying morning.

Not as bad as another young person, of Batman’s acquaintance. Bats tells me that this young person developed Tourette’s this morning, when he found out he was going to get a vaccination. I believe it was rather fluent.

I have just written an angry email to a shop in town, because I went in 15 minutes before closing time, said hello to the doll and she looked at me, then blanked me in favour of some callow lad she was chatting up. That’s not so abnormal, but then she turned the lights out on me when I walked to the back of the shop to look at something. Cheeky tart. Boy, is she going to be sorry in the morning. I am much more eloquently furious when I’m sleepy.

* It was 2am when I got to bed.

WordPress and/or iPhone ate my post. It was such a good one, too. Dangnamit.

Hey there, y’all. I’ve been blogging somewhere far away from here, but have decided that it’s time to move and also to become anonymous. Kind of the reverse of normal blogland behaviour – mostly we do this for fame and fortune. Trust me to do it arseways (even though I didn’t get much of the fame/fortune thing from the previous blog).

Anyway, I’ll be using this blog from the beginning of March. Until then, I am Elsewhere.