Can you believe that I once blogged about my 21st birthday on here?
Well last week I "celebrated" my 30th. We had ummed and aaahed about where to go for ages and finally settled on Croatia. Bit of a let down considering I'd planned an epic South African trip but you know what can you do when people let you down? And Croatia looked - was  - really pretty.
Because we left it late we had limited hotel choices and this resulted in me booking a place where they hadn't cleaned it by the time we arrived at 10.30 in the evening and only cleaned twice in the week we were there.
Not that you could really class it as cleaning. Had requested a double bed, only to have two singles pushed together with an inch of wood in the middle. Which also gave me an awful stiff back.
But Hey! Enough complaining! People don't turn 30 every day! And Welshy was going to be going away at the end of the week until the end of September so we made the most of it.
 Zadar was pretty enough, lots of thinn narrow streets. Busier than we expected with Roman ruins and this awesome solar power disc thing that flashed different colours and a sea organ!
Disappointing in the choice of foods unless you are a big pizza fan.
We went to two different beaches and I taught Welshy how to snorkel and play with the fish. I met some awesome hairy crabs.
Went to a beautiful national park with waterfalls you can swim in and we found a sheltered area under the trees to use as a base.
And on the Monday I got an awful case of the blues and couldn't eat, couldn't leave the hotel. Was angry and snappy at an undeserving Welshy, told him I hated the place. I didn't.
Poor patient Welshy.

Back home now and as is the case every Summer the Brat is busy making the place disgusting. Flies are all over the kitchen where he has left food out to rot. I have cleaned two sides and hidden some plates and cutlery so I can eat.
I expect I will end up tidying it up before Mother gets back from her holiday but I'm fucked if I'll do it before.

Rode the Monday and Tuesday. Did some jumping and I need to learn to trust her a little more and let her take me to the jump rather than worrying she is rushing out of control.
The lady is getting someone else to cover some more days which makes me a bit sad. I liked our arrangement and I fear this means no shows to be fair to us both.

Had an interview Monday and am just waiting to hear back.

Life goes on much as it did before the big. 3-0.