What's kicking
Time for another update, I feel. So what is kicking? Read on, loyal readers.
1. Work. So,not being organised enough to look at my previous entry, I'm guessing that at the time of my previous entry, I was gainfully employed by the Squirrel Liberation Movement. Well, CWT, but close enough. I have since begun work for Macmillan; again, Cumbria PCT, but who's splitting hairs. The regular adviser at the CAB is off due to illness, so I was drafted to plug the gap. It's more or less what I was doing as a volunteer, but it's good craic and really very interesting. Not sure if it'll continue in 2011, but we'll see. It all hangs on the regular adviser being back. Hmm. More as and when on this one.
2. Scouts. Jolly good. Closure due to poor weather. Then, poor communication between leaders led to missing some meetings. Never mind, I was there at the end. Very proud of the young rapscallions proceeding to Scouts in the new year. Due a few Beavers swimming up also. Good good. Next year will see me completing my essential courses and getting warranted. Don't worry, I'm CRB'd to the gunwales, it's just the official leadership rigmarole. Maybe even get my wood badge. Who knows? Wiki it.
3. Xmas. It's fast upon us. I trust you all have taken all necessary precautionary measures to ensure Yuletide success. I am the only one in the Shepherd household with the magical combination of pecuniary adequacy, preparedness (see Scouts) and the will to acquire gifts for everyone. Pace papa, though, he has obtained something for me. I know not about anyone else. Not that it matters, as my uncle and cousin are coming here, so it will be a good opportunity to catch up with them. I haven't spoken to them since last Christmas, so hopefully we'll have enough to talk about. Failing that, we'll stuff ourselves with Christmas cheer (read: cake) and collapse in front of the Queen's speech. Rule Britannia.
4. Car. My insurance provider has charged me the price of the car to ensure it this year. May that be a lesson to me to not crash my car and claim on my insurance. Resolution 1 for 2011: Do not damage your car, master Edmund. Or get rid of your car and live somewhere sensible, you bucolic idiot.
5. 2011. I'd like to go to Germany once more next year. Of course, that would require something black on my bank statements. Again, we'll see (always means no).
Finally, thank you so much to everyone who sent me a card this Christmas. Each one sent an almost illicit thrill up my spine when I received it. I love getting mail, so send me anything any time. Guaranteed to improve my day. You're all brilliant.
Christmas tomorrow and, as I said, family round. Must get the house in order to receive them. Stashing everyone in the upstairs living room with the stove, Christmas tree and nice furniture. Pater in charge of dinner, anyway, so I shan't worry about that. All I have to worry about is providing the charming conversation. I'm buggered.
Cheerio all and a Merry Christmas/happy new year!
1. Work. So,not being organised enough to look at my previous entry, I'm guessing that at the time of my previous entry, I was gainfully employed by the Squirrel Liberation Movement. Well, CWT, but close enough. I have since begun work for Macmillan; again, Cumbria PCT, but who's splitting hairs. The regular adviser at the CAB is off due to illness, so I was drafted to plug the gap. It's more or less what I was doing as a volunteer, but it's good craic and really very interesting. Not sure if it'll continue in 2011, but we'll see. It all hangs on the regular adviser being back. Hmm. More as and when on this one.
2. Scouts. Jolly good. Closure due to poor weather. Then, poor communication between leaders led to missing some meetings. Never mind, I was there at the end. Very proud of the young rapscallions proceeding to Scouts in the new year. Due a few Beavers swimming up also. Good good. Next year will see me completing my essential courses and getting warranted. Don't worry, I'm CRB'd to the gunwales, it's just the official leadership rigmarole. Maybe even get my wood badge. Who knows? Wiki it.
3. Xmas. It's fast upon us. I trust you all have taken all necessary precautionary measures to ensure Yuletide success. I am the only one in the Shepherd household with the magical combination of pecuniary adequacy, preparedness (see Scouts) and the will to acquire gifts for everyone. Pace papa, though, he has obtained something for me. I know not about anyone else. Not that it matters, as my uncle and cousin are coming here, so it will be a good opportunity to catch up with them. I haven't spoken to them since last Christmas, so hopefully we'll have enough to talk about. Failing that, we'll stuff ourselves with Christmas cheer (read: cake) and collapse in front of the Queen's speech. Rule Britannia.
4. Car. My insurance provider has charged me the price of the car to ensure it this year. May that be a lesson to me to not crash my car and claim on my insurance. Resolution 1 for 2011: Do not damage your car, master Edmund. Or get rid of your car and live somewhere sensible, you bucolic idiot.
5. 2011. I'd like to go to Germany once more next year. Of course, that would require something black on my bank statements. Again, we'll see (always means no).
Finally, thank you so much to everyone who sent me a card this Christmas. Each one sent an almost illicit thrill up my spine when I received it. I love getting mail, so send me anything any time. Guaranteed to improve my day. You're all brilliant.
Christmas tomorrow and, as I said, family round. Must get the house in order to receive them. Stashing everyone in the upstairs living room with the stove, Christmas tree and nice furniture. Pater in charge of dinner, anyway, so I shan't worry about that. All I have to worry about is providing the charming conversation. I'm buggered.
Cheerio all and a Merry Christmas/happy new year!