*typing by the light of the moon*
I suppose I could get up and turn the light on, but that really seems like too much effort at the moment (* a bit like updates*, the crowd responds).
This is my favourite time on hot days it's cooler, I don't sweat like a pig roasting at gas mark 3, and my face doesn't flush the colour of an overripe tomato. Not a good look on me.
I'm too terrified to look at the date on my last update. Things have just been insanely busy. Workwise they were meant to be getting easier, only our new manager spoke to our director on Thursday about joining us today, and then on Friday left a message with HR to say she'd accepted a job elsewhere. It's strange, and it also leaves us more than a little busy.
Brother's wedding is . . .well, it's still there. The parents are at the age where they have to rehash everything a dozen times, and it would be nice to meet up with family without the entire conversation being about it in some way, but that's not going to happen, is it. I worked out today that the time up until the wedding in October will be spent talking about planning. Then, afterwards we can talk about how well it went. Following that, just when things are starting to die down, it will be Xmas, we'll all get together and rehash it again. Some time around Easter 2010, we might find a new topic of conversation (that will be 26 months, not that I'm counting!)
Other than that, we had the paramedics round the other day. My neighbour is waiting to find out whether his drinking will kill him before his illness does. And that was bitchy, which I didn't mean. He's only in his fifties, looks seventy, and I really don't think he'll make it until Xmas. Last week he had a fit and swallowed his tongue, but fortunately he wasn't alone. Five years ago he was bit of a wide boy in his early fifties; today he can barely walk, he's having to go into a home, his wife has left him and everything has fallen apart. It's horrible to watch.
We got paid today, and having trawled amazon, I can't find anything I want to buy. I think that might be my new definition of disappointment.
Right, it's got insanely dark outside, and I can barely see the keyboard, let alone the individual keys. So I'll take this opportunity to say goodnight and go lie on the sofa wishing the rest of the evening away, whilst trying to avoid looking at the ironing pile. The decadence!
This is my favourite time on hot days it's cooler, I don't sweat like a pig roasting at gas mark 3, and my face doesn't flush the colour of an overripe tomato. Not a good look on me.
I'm too terrified to look at the date on my last update. Things have just been insanely busy. Workwise they were meant to be getting easier, only our new manager spoke to our director on Thursday about joining us today, and then on Friday left a message with HR to say she'd accepted a job elsewhere. It's strange, and it also leaves us more than a little busy.
Brother's wedding is . . .well, it's still there. The parents are at the age where they have to rehash everything a dozen times, and it would be nice to meet up with family without the entire conversation being about it in some way, but that's not going to happen, is it. I worked out today that the time up until the wedding in October will be spent talking about planning. Then, afterwards we can talk about how well it went. Following that, just when things are starting to die down, it will be Xmas, we'll all get together and rehash it again. Some time around Easter 2010, we might find a new topic of conversation (that will be 26 months, not that I'm counting!)
Other than that, we had the paramedics round the other day. My neighbour is waiting to find out whether his drinking will kill him before his illness does. And that was bitchy, which I didn't mean. He's only in his fifties, looks seventy, and I really don't think he'll make it until Xmas. Last week he had a fit and swallowed his tongue, but fortunately he wasn't alone. Five years ago he was bit of a wide boy in his early fifties; today he can barely walk, he's having to go into a home, his wife has left him and everything has fallen apart. It's horrible to watch.
We got paid today, and having trawled amazon, I can't find anything I want to buy. I think that might be my new definition of disappointment.
Right, it's got insanely dark outside, and I can barely see the keyboard, let alone the individual keys. So I'll take this opportunity to say goodnight and go lie on the sofa wishing the rest of the evening away, whilst trying to avoid looking at the ironing pile. The decadence!