HOLIDAY
For eleven days! WOOT.
Yes, I go back to work over the holidays. Which isn't as bad as it sounds - ignoring the point I have to get out of bed - the office will likely be very quiet as the vast majority of people will be out overeating which gives me a certain leeway to do stuff I normally wouldn't have time for.
This evening I'm visiting N. & G. to do some seasonal stuff, right now the housework is in motion and I'm shopping for net curtains; which is an unexpected pleasure for someone in my position. It's odd to be getting all domestic at this time of year, yet I'm enjoying it.
RIP Majel Barrett.
The morning after...
...things are a little more sedate following various attempts to introduce me to alcohol of exotic provenance (pear raki from Serbia, Hapsburg absinthe and homebrewed apple and lime mead) and my being suitably respectful of all the above. I can still taste the raki on my breath which is a good sign. Also ran into someone who met us last at N. and G's wedding who remembered my name without prompting and I did the same. Social memory still working - a good sign.
Post-online shopping, will be meeting up with paulbroz later (mobile keeps running out of juice so apologies for comms blackout up to this point); plans are afoot to fix stuff this week so we enter Christmas in the appropriate frame of mind. With this bold declaration I feel obliged to include a picture of an albino robin, last seen in Hampstead Heath.
Yes, I go back to work over the holidays. Which isn't as bad as it sounds - ignoring the point I have to get out of bed - the office will likely be very quiet as the vast majority of people will be out overeating which gives me a certain leeway to do stuff I normally wouldn't have time for.
This evening I'm visiting N. & G. to do some seasonal stuff, right now the housework is in motion and I'm shopping for net curtains; which is an unexpected pleasure for someone in my position. It's odd to be getting all domestic at this time of year, yet I'm enjoying it.
RIP Majel Barrett.
The morning after...
...things are a little more sedate following various attempts to introduce me to alcohol of exotic provenance (pear raki from Serbia, Hapsburg absinthe and homebrewed apple and lime mead) and my being suitably respectful of all the above. I can still taste the raki on my breath which is a good sign. Also ran into someone who met us last at N. and G's wedding who remembered my name without prompting and I did the same. Social memory still working - a good sign.
Post-online shopping, will be meeting up with paulbroz later (mobile keeps running out of juice so apologies for comms blackout up to this point); plans are afoot to fix stuff this week so we enter Christmas in the appropriate frame of mind. With this bold declaration I feel obliged to include a picture of an albino robin, last seen in Hampstead Heath.