Wet Feet and Sky Plus Hatred
Well, what an interesting week and a half this has been!
First of all, you'll notice the return of the brainkiller icon. This be me having my first bleed for almost 16 glorious months. 16 months with no bloodstained sheets, no warped brain and no hunched over in seven shades of agony. True, nine of those months I was carrying a small person inside of me, but even afterwards I go away with half a year without it.
But of course, I was always going to bleed this week, wasn't I? Let's look at the evidence: It's my last week of maternity leave, I was going to spend the week swapping two rooms over so Whirly had the big room and Natasha moved out of ours, and it's my birthday on Friday. So I was always going to be ill this week!
In other news, there have been wet socks aplenty around here as one of the pipes under the kitchen sink sprung a leak. I created a number of ingenius ways to try to stop the water from invading our personal space. Unfortunately most of them were rubbish... Still, all is well and dry now (or drying in the case of the kitchen floor) even though we're left with confusion as we try to work out who the plumber looked like as we are in dispute about whether he looked like a comedian or a cricketer.
Much of the week has been spent watching Whirly watching Cbeebies. I'm finding myself increasingly charmed by the beautiful new presenter (and I seem to be the only parent in the country who DIDN'T like Chris and Pui and have no qualms about them being replaced) but I am scared by how many times I wake up with the blasted songs from Me Too stuck in my head. Plus, I can't do anything quickly any more without singing the race-against-time music.
I'm going back to work on Monday and I'm really torn about it. On the one hand I am dreading the thought of being away from my family. I've spent the last six months with my girls, Steve and a gaggle of guinea pigs (no, I'm not sure what the correct term for a number of guinea pigs is but 'gaggle' sounded funny) and it's going to be a real wrench to be away from them. On the other hand, I spend yesterday morning sorting out my new timetable and now I'm actually getting really excited about it. Plus I can't wait to rejoin the choir. The only oportunites I've had to sing recently have been joining in with the Balamory theme tune!
On the subject of kids' TV, I thoroughly enjoyed Da Dick & Dom Dairies - oh, it brought it all back! I'd forgotten just how much I loved Da Bungalow. I could kill the Sky + box for how many it missed though. It's a total hunk of junk and left me to catch most of them online, except for one that it oddly recorded by itself. Of course, now the series has finished the stupid Sky + is working fine and dandy again. It has it in for me, I swear it!
I will abandon my brainkiller ramblings and see if Gmail is working yet, and if not I may have to kick some Gmail butt!
First of all, you'll notice the return of the brainkiller icon. This be me having my first bleed for almost 16 glorious months. 16 months with no bloodstained sheets, no warped brain and no hunched over in seven shades of agony. True, nine of those months I was carrying a small person inside of me, but even afterwards I go away with half a year without it.
But of course, I was always going to bleed this week, wasn't I? Let's look at the evidence: It's my last week of maternity leave, I was going to spend the week swapping two rooms over so Whirly had the big room and Natasha moved out of ours, and it's my birthday on Friday. So I was always going to be ill this week!
In other news, there have been wet socks aplenty around here as one of the pipes under the kitchen sink sprung a leak. I created a number of ingenius ways to try to stop the water from invading our personal space. Unfortunately most of them were rubbish... Still, all is well and dry now (or drying in the case of the kitchen floor) even though we're left with confusion as we try to work out who the plumber looked like as we are in dispute about whether he looked like a comedian or a cricketer.
Much of the week has been spent watching Whirly watching Cbeebies. I'm finding myself increasingly charmed by the beautiful new presenter (and I seem to be the only parent in the country who DIDN'T like Chris and Pui and have no qualms about them being replaced) but I am scared by how many times I wake up with the blasted songs from Me Too stuck in my head. Plus, I can't do anything quickly any more without singing the race-against-time music.
I'm going back to work on Monday and I'm really torn about it. On the one hand I am dreading the thought of being away from my family. I've spent the last six months with my girls, Steve and a gaggle of guinea pigs (no, I'm not sure what the correct term for a number of guinea pigs is but 'gaggle' sounded funny) and it's going to be a real wrench to be away from them. On the other hand, I spend yesterday morning sorting out my new timetable and now I'm actually getting really excited about it. Plus I can't wait to rejoin the choir. The only oportunites I've had to sing recently have been joining in with the Balamory theme tune!
On the subject of kids' TV, I thoroughly enjoyed Da Dick & Dom Dairies - oh, it brought it all back! I'd forgotten just how much I loved Da Bungalow. I could kill the Sky + box for how many it missed though. It's a total hunk of junk and left me to catch most of them online, except for one that it oddly recorded by itself. Of course, now the series has finished the stupid Sky + is working fine and dandy again. It has it in for me, I swear it!
I will abandon my brainkiller ramblings and see if Gmail is working yet, and if not I may have to kick some Gmail butt!