On Illness and Irritants

First off, I am USELESS at updating this thing when anything is actually happening. Nothing going on? I will write a post most days. So I apologise that when I do have something remotely exciting to report, it is crammed into a brief blog (brief by my standards) and seems all a bit ´busy´.
The American girls who I volunteered with actually managed to be WORSE than I had previously thought possible. Which has to be impressively bad. Ended up some days when I really could not be bothered to exchange even the most basic of pleasantries. The fact that the group I worked with were so disorganised as to not provide bedding of any kind meant that we all had to sleep wearing every item of clothing we had thought to bring (generally not much between us as northern Argentina wasn´t exactly going to be chilly), thus resulting in my acquiring uber-cold that is still causing the odd lung-related issue.
To use all the clichéd lines, it was an ´interesting and rewarding experience´ that I am glad I had. Gave me far too much to think about for a while, but along with the generally depressing conclusions I also have the inevitable ´wonderful memories´ (hate that it is so hard to sound sincere these days...) that I attempted, as do we all, to capture in photos. Actually dislike the concept of photos: invariably they are taken with a view to making something seem what it is not, unless you are snapped by some passing stranger in which case chances are you wont see the picture. Photos are planned, people poised with the appropriate look on their faces to indicate ´having a good time´. If we all had such fantastic times as our photos indicated, depression surely would be a thing of the past. We would bounce around being disturbingly happy bunnies, strolling along rose-petal strewn pathways in our floaty white skirts.
Good lord.
Additional issue of the last few days has been that an ex has attempted to re-appear on the scene, and admittedly it did take me a few days to firmly establish him in my mind AS an ex and in the future as a friend. I have my navy guy - who makes me want to descend into sickly sweet overtures on here every time I mention him but I just about manage to avoid that. I think. Don´t think he reads this stuff but if he ever did, if I´m not careful his ego will swell to an insufferable size and I will never get any sense out of him again.
Hope this finds you well, dear readers, and prospering in your various parts of the globe. As ever, I promise more frequent and more interesting updates - keep hanging in there, one will come along yet...