Back in Perth
My trip to London was "really fucking great." (Kathy may be the only person to get this one.)

I arrived back home last weekend then started my new job (Geriatric Medicine) the following morning. We work long days! Fortunately, I enjoy it (lots of filling out forms, writing letters, requesting tests, other anally retentive stuff that doesn't involve actually touching the patients). Some of our patients are just waiting for a bed somewhere else and behaving themselves, but most of them are being difficult and having a lot of medical problems! That's not what they're supposed to do! I have only managed one lunch break since I started and am yet to leave on time. My love of the elderly keeps me going. And the Pulp song, "Help the Aged" (...one day they were just like you/drinking, smoking fags and sniffing glue/Help the Aged/don't just put them in a home/can't have much fun when they're all on their own).

Despite work, life here has actually been pretty similar to life in London, except for the glaringly obvious absence of the majority of my best friends (girls, I miss you). And the absence of action with random French boys. Team Shamrock threw a party at their beachfront party shack on Friday night (they assure me it was a "Welcome Back Elissa" party, as their last party was the night before I left for London) and it was good craic (I hope I'm using that word correctly). So good that the cops made an appearance and told us to shut up. I woke up in Ana Louise's bed so I am still sleeping with girls (and she didn't kick as much as Katherine).

David had a more subdued housewarming the following night. I have to take advantage of him being in Perth before he deserts me as well. Aah, poor friendless me.