Just look at the view!
So around six months after I decided to try to use this blog with some semblance of regularity, I'm finally making time to write a post. It seems that if I continue to wait until I have "time to write an interesting blog", I'll be waiting for quite some time. Also, having gone back through and deleted/privatised all my old non-interesting blog entries, coupled with coming across my high school diaries in Mum's loft, has made me miss my old incoherent rambings.
In the spirit of catching up on stuff (though I've still been reading my flist), I have a couple of announcements:
In December, Ross and I bought our first flat which we are currently (not) decorrating to make pretty. We knocked a wall down to improve space in a room. That was three months ago and said room still has no carpet, wallpaper or furniture. This is to be the master bedroom. We suck at DIY.
On our first weekend in the new flat, Ross proposed!! We picked an engagment ring together and I'm now (not) planning our wedding for next year. I suck at wedding planning slightly less than I do at DIY.
Back in April, I finally interviewed for and got my Dream Job. Working with the NHS, which is what I've wanted to do for the last five years or so. I'm really pleased, although it turns out that the lab is heavily staffed with crazy screaming harpies. Ratio of 14 women to 2 men. Madness.
And that's about six months worth of news. You may carry on reading your regular flist now.
In the spirit of catching up on stuff (though I've still been reading my flist), I have a couple of announcements:
In December, Ross and I bought our first flat which we are currently (not) decorrating to make pretty. We knocked a wall down to improve space in a room. That was three months ago and said room still has no carpet, wallpaper or furniture. This is to be the master bedroom. We suck at DIY.
On our first weekend in the new flat, Ross proposed!! We picked an engagment ring together and I'm now (not) planning our wedding for next year. I suck at wedding planning slightly less than I do at DIY.
Back in April, I finally interviewed for and got my Dream Job. Working with the NHS, which is what I've wanted to do for the last five years or so. I'm really pleased, although it turns out that the lab is heavily staffed with crazy screaming harpies. Ratio of 14 women to 2 men. Madness.
And that's about six months worth of news. You may carry on reading your regular flist now.