Wow, what an adventure I’ve been on over the last couple of weeks.
From finishing a two-month stint at ITN in London making two showbiz documentaries, I headed straight to Cuba where I spent two weeks in the sun, watching my two eldest sisters get married.
It was emotional – in more ways than one. Obviously there were the tears of emotion because it felt weird to witness both of them getting married – I didn’t think it would be such a big deal but it was.
And then there was the emotion of having such a severe mouth infection that I had to go to a Cuban hospital to get my mouth lasered – something both my doctor and dentist here in Portsmouth raised their eyebrows about.
We arrived in London last week and I had to go straight to the emergency doctor’s and dentist because the infection had come back and I couldn’t speak again.
I was in agony – although this may be good news to everyone else and I’m confident it was welcome news to my unsuspecting fellow plane passengers, but I can’t be ‘Gobby Gibbs’ without the ability to speak now, can I?
Being back to the norm has been a blessing and a curse.
On the one hand I do miss the hustle and bustle of being in the big city.
But on the other I admit I love the more laid back lifestyle of being back in Hampshire.
It’s a cliché, but it’s so true that you don’t quite realise sometimes how lucky you are or how good you’ve got it until your situation changes.
And although I do miss working at ITN, I do like the fact I can actually get my washing done, or actually have time to have a proper breakfast – and one that doesn’t involve eating crummy cold porridge from a lunchbox with a plastic spoon!
It’s also meant I’ve been able to catch up with family and friends.
This week it was my fiancé Matt’s 34th and his step-mum organised a little Mexican tea party for him which was lush – it’s been nice to just be normal.
How long that will last I have no idea, but I’m going to make the most of it whilst I can!