The Healing Hand
A sentence from the news: He has been released and is expected to be charged on summons with assault, weapons, public order and disguise-related offences. I did not know there were such things as disguise-related offences. (He was dressed as a clown.)
I was all set to have a bit of a grizzle about our local council elections, which are done by postal ballot. If you don’t get the papers by Wednesday, you’re supposed to go and pick up a set yourself. And today is Tuesday and my papers haven’t arrived and I’m going to have to find out where to go and then I’m going to have to go there and it will be so much work… and then they were in today’s mail, so I filled in the form and it’s ready to post back tomorrow. Phew, hey?
I now only have seven days to work. It's starting to be a bit real now. What I am going to do? Will I starve? Will I have to sell my teeth? Will I have to live on the streets with Alistair? Last week I was thinking, you know, perhaps this job isn't so bad, it is all I have known for eleven years, maybe I am making a huge mistake. And then I spent three hours talking to our help desk trying to get the time changed (to daylight saving time) on my desk phone, and I thought, actually, yes, I'm over this. Also, I didn't get the time changed because it can't be done. Apparently no-one has ever made this outrageous and unreasonable demand before. Which is nonsense, obviously.
Weekly knitting photo from Sunday:
It's going to get pretty exciting from now on. Last night I knitted the sleeves into the body so it's all joined up. Whoo!
I was all set to have a bit of a grizzle about our local council elections, which are done by postal ballot. If you don’t get the papers by Wednesday, you’re supposed to go and pick up a set yourself. And today is Tuesday and my papers haven’t arrived and I’m going to have to find out where to go and then I’m going to have to go there and it will be so much work… and then they were in today’s mail, so I filled in the form and it’s ready to post back tomorrow. Phew, hey?
I now only have seven days to work. It's starting to be a bit real now. What I am going to do? Will I starve? Will I have to sell my teeth? Will I have to live on the streets with Alistair? Last week I was thinking, you know, perhaps this job isn't so bad, it is all I have known for eleven years, maybe I am making a huge mistake. And then I spent three hours talking to our help desk trying to get the time changed (to daylight saving time) on my desk phone, and I thought, actually, yes, I'm over this. Also, I didn't get the time changed because it can't be done. Apparently no-one has ever made this outrageous and unreasonable demand before. Which is nonsense, obviously.
Weekly knitting photo from Sunday:
It's going to get pretty exciting from now on. Last night I knitted the sleeves into the body so it's all joined up. Whoo!