Quizes, exams and haircuts
Saturday I successfully acquired petrol! Props to Sainsbury's, who were very organised and the queue, while scary at first, kept moving, and I was able to fill up my tank in just ten minutes of joining the queue.
G and I got our flu jabs, huzzah. Even before work allowed me to expense flu vaccines, I got one every year and made G get one, as he has the immune system of a newborn puppy, and I worry.
And then, on Saturday evening, I drove in the torrential rain clear across the county to go to a friend's village quiz. We won. I was very chuffed. I also went 'off-diet' for the evening, because apparently Party Rings are only 25calories per biscuit, which I may have been more excited about than actually winning the quiz.
Drove home in much better weather, only to discover we had a leak in the kitchen ceiling. Fucking fabulous.
Roofer came on Monday morning, and says the roof is fine (which it bloody well should be, it's only been up three years), but spotted that the sealant round the skylight has gone. G is apparently going to go up there and try and seal it himself. Pray for us.
So. PRINCE2 Practitioner exam was on Tuesday. I had a mad panic trying to get the software to work, because since I did the Foundation level exam my work no longer allows the exam software on our laptops. Which, of course, makes perfect sense when you're doing a qualification FOR WORK. Thankfully we have a PC upstairs, so I was able to download the software and take the exam on that.
It was two and a half hours of painstakingly rereading the deliberating misleading questions and paging through the thankfully-permitted textbook. All while sat precariously at a desk I've had to completely rearrange because I have to have a webcam that faces the door, and of course our study is set up in completely the wrong way for an exam. I even had to show the webcam UNDER the desk, I guess in case someone was crouched under there, ready to hand me the answers.
But hey, I passed. Got my certificate through today, and while that was cool, it is a bit depressing seeing that it's a qualification that's only valid for three years and I'll need to retake the test to remain certified. UGH.
To reward myself, I took yesterday morning off, dropped G off at Tattersalls to watch the yearling sales, and took myself to Toni&Guy for a much-needed haircut.
My last professional haircut was back in... April? March or April. And it was terrible. I went to a local place and the woman clearly had no idea how to cut, style, or dry curly hair, and the salon didn't actually have a working diffuser attachment for the hairdryers, so... yeah. Since then I've been trimming it myself, which is fine for a few months, but it really needed some of the bulk taken out and the layers neatening up. Unfortunately, the best way to make sure a cut is good and even is to cut it while straight... so yeah, yesterday I had straight hair for the first time in a year and a half and it turns out I really hated it. Promptly washed it this morning and my curls are back, hurrah.
And we have tomorrow off as well, as G is taking MIL's partner to play golf, and I will be entertaining MIL. I actually managed to tick off all the things on my ever-growing To Do list, so I shall enjoy my three-day weekend!