So back from my little trip to Spain which was nice, apart from the rain. I hear it was rather sunny in London though windy, which would've been nicer than the torrential rain we had! Still, plenty of gorging on tapas (salmorejo, patatas bravas, tortilla etc.) and drinking and merry making.
However I arrived home to the news that I'd been dreading. My mum's first biopsy results were encouraging, and I feel quite furious with the doctors for putting our hopes up like that- they were saying it was a lymphoma but that it wasn't doing much, she could go back to France and just get checked up every 3 months. Not so with the latest results which indicate high grade lymphoma, meaning 18 weeks of chemotherapy. I had a little cry yesterday but now I feel like I don't want to think about it. I've written down all my fears and worries and don't want to face them again, in a way. It's a good thing I'm moving home in 2 months but I don't imagine it'll be a fun summer at all. Needless to say, all plans to flee the country are on hold.
Although I am even more desperate to leave my job now. Yesterday they fired the newest member of staff, the nicest (and cutest) 24 year old you're likely to meet. Why? Because um, they don't have enough money to pay everyone, because in their blind arrogance they thought they'd weathered the property crisis and would be selling houses left right and centre, and stupidly hired too many staff... On top of this, my colleague (the former bitchy one) was just offered a new job with an upmarket property company in Notting Hill, then they changed their minds and said they had to postpone the recruitment! But even so, it seems like it's time to step up my game and just start applying to things, even if it means potentially taking half days off for interviews. I wish I could just quit, but with two more months of high rent to pay I'm not sure I can risk it (I'm not one of those people who aces interviews that's for sure).
Sorry for the ramblings. Here are nice photos of Cordoba instead (the old Mezquita, Alcazar gardens, flowery street), including a cute cat (felt like I was cheating on Bwackums as this one bunked in with me for a few nights)
Oh, and a little outfit photo for good measure (dress from Bershka)