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Just done a massive FList purge, especially of old comms and people who haven't updated since 2009. If you are, in fact, still here and still watching, shout and I'll add you back. I've also deleted a load of RL people since I have more contact with them through other means, but I've left my sister's journal even though she hasn't used it in literally a decade because it seems weird to delete your own sister.
It's still a bit strange having J at home. Like, we have two days off together every single week, instead of once every two months! He starts his PhD on the 1st, and in the meantime is writing a football book. He's doing basicall all of the cooking and cleaning, which is fun :)
I have been doing a little bit of writing, on a book of ghost stories J and I brainstormed together. So far with have a Bridget-Jones-esque woman having her hair stolen by a wax doll and an accountant being wanted by a pearl necklace he took from a shipwreck. It's inspired by the Whitby Museum, which is brilliant. It's stuffed to the gills with wax dolls, ammonites with snakes' heads carved on them, hangman charms, random stuff brought back by explorers (like a headhunters skull and accessories, a stuffed turtle, and a pouwhenua - a lot of stuff that really should have been left where it was!), bits of shipwrecks, corsets, and a leech barometer. You know, normal museum stuff.
I had first aid training the last two days. The world's most annoying woman was in the group. "Our Ruth is like me," she says, "she values her privacy," the 54 year old woman who works as a technician at a local school, who has three sons (middle one a drug addict who left home at 15) and two granddaughters, one of whom just got out of a bad relationship and works at 60 hours a week -- at the designer outlet, who's father died at 61 of a hearth conditions, who doesn't believe in calling ambulances except when absolutely necessary, who judges her neighbour for texting while pushing a pram, thinks byron burger is too expensive and will only eat beef and lamb cooked until there is no pink left. I knew this woman for a day and a half. I know more about her life than I do about saving lives now. And she was shit at CPR!
I potentially have a new job, working for CAB in Leeds. It's part time, so I'd still be at the museum as well, but it'd be a step away. It's only maternity cover, but I'm kinda pleased about that because if I hate it I only have to stick it out for a year, and it's a nice big organisation so there'll be plenty of internal opportunities. We'll probably be moving to Leeds (which is where J's PhD is anyway) because it's much cheaper - we could save a couple of grand a year and live somewhere bigger. We're going to be very skint, but we have the savings and I need to make an effort to move forwards, not just stay in the increasingly uncomfortable comfort zone (but the museum is a subject for a locked post!).
It's still a bit strange having J at home. Like, we have two days off together every single week, instead of once every two months! He starts his PhD on the 1st, and in the meantime is writing a football book. He's doing basicall all of the cooking and cleaning, which is fun :)
I have been doing a little bit of writing, on a book of ghost stories J and I brainstormed together. So far with have a Bridget-Jones-esque woman having her hair stolen by a wax doll and an accountant being wanted by a pearl necklace he took from a shipwreck. It's inspired by the Whitby Museum, which is brilliant. It's stuffed to the gills with wax dolls, ammonites with snakes' heads carved on them, hangman charms, random stuff brought back by explorers (like a headhunters skull and accessories, a stuffed turtle, and a pouwhenua - a lot of stuff that really should have been left where it was!), bits of shipwrecks, corsets, and a leech barometer. You know, normal museum stuff.
I had first aid training the last two days. The world's most annoying woman was in the group. "Our Ruth is like me," she says, "she values her privacy," the 54 year old woman who works as a technician at a local school, who has three sons (middle one a drug addict who left home at 15) and two granddaughters, one of whom just got out of a bad relationship and works at 60 hours a week -- at the designer outlet, who's father died at 61 of a hearth conditions, who doesn't believe in calling ambulances except when absolutely necessary, who judges her neighbour for texting while pushing a pram, thinks byron burger is too expensive and will only eat beef and lamb cooked until there is no pink left. I knew this woman for a day and a half. I know more about her life than I do about saving lives now. And she was shit at CPR!
I potentially have a new job, working for CAB in Leeds. It's part time, so I'd still be at the museum as well, but it'd be a step away. It's only maternity cover, but I'm kinda pleased about that because if I hate it I only have to stick it out for a year, and it's a nice big organisation so there'll be plenty of internal opportunities. We'll probably be moving to Leeds (which is where J's PhD is anyway) because it's much cheaper - we could save a couple of grand a year and live somewhere bigger. We're going to be very skint, but we have the savings and I need to make an effort to move forwards, not just stay in the increasingly uncomfortable comfort zone (but the museum is a subject for a locked post!).