raining on my parade
Well, that's one way of easing back into work gradually... the hacking cough i flew back with has settled in nicely now, so that's most mornings and evenings out for the count. I made it into work for the afternoon on Thurs/Friday but was mostly minus most of my voice, which didn't help much with answering the phone...! It was mostly for various people's last days, so worth it for that anyhoo. Thurs night was a leaving do, and prosecco was had, so that was nice for a couple of hours (I was coughing quietly on the sofa in the corner, lol)
And for yet another year, I managed to catch the Xmas light switching on at Leadenhall by sheer luck ( i seem to have some mental block about checking the date) but felt some strange urge to swing by the bookshop up there, and walked straight into the Xmas tree as it were. I go every year, but nor usually on my tod, so it was kinda quiet standing there waiting for the Lord Mayor in his pretty hat to show. But there was rose prosecco (seems to be a theme emerging) and a jazz band with a bass player who was extremely easy on the eye (oh, ok, I spent half an hour standing at the front ogling), and new books! So hey...
Then I randomly caught Mona Lisa Smile when I got home and crashed infront of the tv, which wasn't as bad as I'd heard, and damn, what a cast.
(Randomly: I'm seriously wondering how one of the X Factor contestants is managing to sing Not a Girl, Not yet a Woman actually worse than Britney did it. That was atrocious. And apparently, she's the favourite...)
Kinda strange (and kinda peaceful) being at home without the Demon Doodle Dog. Our neighbours did us a huge favour by kitten-sitting for the fortnight, but they got worried she wouldn't come home if they let her out, and kept her indoors for the entire time... Oh lordy, we got back to Little Miss Neurotic as it turns out.
Demon Kitten isn't exactly demonic any more, just agoraphobic. And minus the doodle, she doesn't really see any reason to leave the house... gawd, it's like she's a baby kitten again, sitting in the doorway getting freaked out by how big the sky is. And indoor kitties mean stinky litter trays, so I'm hoping she passes this phase really, really quickly...
And for yet another year, I managed to catch the Xmas light switching on at Leadenhall by sheer luck ( i seem to have some mental block about checking the date) but felt some strange urge to swing by the bookshop up there, and walked straight into the Xmas tree as it were. I go every year, but nor usually on my tod, so it was kinda quiet standing there waiting for the Lord Mayor in his pretty hat to show. But there was rose prosecco (seems to be a theme emerging) and a jazz band with a bass player who was extremely easy on the eye (oh, ok, I spent half an hour standing at the front ogling), and new books! So hey...
Then I randomly caught Mona Lisa Smile when I got home and crashed infront of the tv, which wasn't as bad as I'd heard, and damn, what a cast.
(Randomly: I'm seriously wondering how one of the X Factor contestants is managing to sing Not a Girl, Not yet a Woman actually worse than Britney did it. That was atrocious. And apparently, she's the favourite...)
Kinda strange (and kinda peaceful) being at home without the Demon Doodle Dog. Our neighbours did us a huge favour by kitten-sitting for the fortnight, but they got worried she wouldn't come home if they let her out, and kept her indoors for the entire time... Oh lordy, we got back to Little Miss Neurotic as it turns out.
Demon Kitten isn't exactly demonic any more, just agoraphobic. And minus the doodle, she doesn't really see any reason to leave the house... gawd, it's like she's a baby kitten again, sitting in the doorway getting freaked out by how big the sky is. And indoor kitties mean stinky litter trays, so I'm hoping she passes this phase really, really quickly...