Well, i'm disillusioned with the whole blog thing, mainly because I never seem to have time to update any more, but also because I don't know if anyone's even bothering to read it. I hope someone is... occasionally even would be good!
It's been that long since I updated that I can't remember half of what i'm supposed to tell you. I managed to get a lift part of the way home from London on Friday though, which was nice. I was still really really tired at that point, and everything was getting to me. I was fed up, tired of running around, sickk of being in the red with the bank, and really worried about my Granny, who's really not well at the minute. of course, because I was tired, everything was magnified right out of proportion. I came home, got dinner, did my job hunt on the computer, and then just forced myself to get into bed. It took ages, but eventually I did sleep, and got about 6 or 7 hours uninterrupted. Of course, that meant I slept fitfully for the rest of the night, but i didn't mind it so much.
I don't have a clue what I did on Saturday. I can't remember at all, but i suspect most of it was spent prepping for the job interview I had coming. on Sunday, I had to travel down there. Thankfully, that friend of mine had agreed to be my PA for the interview, which was great, because there was a practical element. So we travelled down together, and spent a night in the greatest of hotels, commonly known as the Travel Lodge. If you've ever stayed there, you'll know how special it is! A word to the wise though. The Little Chef, at 9 o'clock is not to be tampered with. It really doesn't go down well as a late night dinner, and it's so expensive too! Cost us £23 for scampy and chips and chicken and chips. What a rip off!
Monday was great though. I got up really early so that i'd be awake and ready for the day. Putting on my old tracksuit bottoms and chavvy white polo shirt was such a blast from the past though. I never thought i'd wear my uni clothes in propper practice, but here I was, on the way to an interview, dressed in clothes that are actually super comfortable.
As soon as I got there I knew i'd love the place. People are usually really snooty when I rock up with the dog and a suitcase or small rucksack. Thing is though, when you travel with a hound, you can't travel light. You've got to bring food, bowls for food and water, and even a bed for her, if we're staying out all night. But these folk were great. They didn't mention the case, other than to commiserate on how much I had to carry. They even took Molly, and spoiled her rotten all day while I was working with the kids.
So, dog-less, suitcase-less, and with one more assistant than i'd had a minute before, I went to begin my interview. There were four of us being interviewed that day, with more to come the day after. I'd been allocated the second youngest group of kids, who were all around the age of 5. This is my favourite age to work with them at, so I was more than pleased. Any younger, and they're moody and difficult to handle. Much older, and they start to wonder why I have to touch them so much, when the other therapists don't. This leads to lengthy explannations of, "My eyes are broke. It happened in my mummy's tummy." But of course, the 'why' questions never stop there, do they? I went in when they were doing a task series; a programme of activities designed to give them transferrable movement skills that they can use elsewhere. Yesterday, we were looking at going to the doctor, and they were practicing getting on and off the bed, pulling themselves into different positions, rolling and that sort of thing. We also got used to showing the doctor our tummies, and working out that it wasn't scary to get touched there. In fact, sometimes it was quite nice, as my little boy thought when i tickled him. He was super cute, actually. He had one of those very infectious baby laughs, and the most gorgeous fat little belly, just right for tickling. He also sang with gusto, which was great, as not many of the other kids could sing, due to the effects of the CP.
Once they were done, I had a quick tour of the school, and then it was back to the group to help with an English lesson. This involved teaching one of the girls how to use switches to access a computer. The computer systems available are so complex now. There's one that even tracks the direction your eyes are looking, so you don't need to toggle switches or anything. this set up was very simple; a switch for cycling through choices, and another for selecting the one you wanted. But the therapy centred around getting the movement coordinated and precise enough to use the system properly. She was a smart one, grasping the concept behind the switches very, very quickly. But, sad to say, I missed the end of the story about Daisy and her pet dinosaur, Thingy. How gutted was I when I had to grab a quick lunch before my interview! Lasagne, or Daisy? Oh, the difficulty of the choice!
We got free lunches. Apparently, it's a perk of being staff or a guest that you get free hot food. Good system, I say! After eating quickly, I ran down and got changed in the changing room set aside for us, namely the disabled toilet in reception. Thankfully though, there wasn't the usual wee puddle on the floor, so I changed into decent interview clothes without fear of contamination from nuclear spillages.
The interview went so well. I had them all laughing, and even agreeing with my philosophy behind work. Honestly, if I don't get the job, there's nothing I can specifically point out that caused the failure. The staff liked me, the kids liked me, and the therapists were comfortable enough to just leave me with a child to get on with their lesson. That, to me, speaks volumes.
I was a bit naughty though. I came out of the interview and got chatting to the next one to go in, who was very, very nervous. i said things like, "oh, don't worry about it. They're all really nice. You've got the principle and the vice principle, the head of the physio department, and the head of another department. They're all very influential people, but honestly, don't worry!" and, "Oh, rest easy. The questions are really easy. *pause for thought*. Ok, so most of them are easy, but you'll manage. Oh, what's that you say? your mind goes blank at a difficult question? Honestly, most of them are fine. There's only the odd stonking one." Oh, aren't I bad!
I felt a bit guilty for it as I left, but if I can sabotage one interview, that's one less candidate I have to worry about. They seemed to really like me though, so, as I said, i'm hopeful.
Took me 4 and a half hours to get home, and by the time i'd got in, all I wanted was sleep. I threw some chips in the oven, then discovered that Tesco thick cut chips are too horrible to be enjoyed. I ate a couple, then did a job hunt, and went to bed.
This morning was spent getting ready for the interview in Birmingham tomorrow. A friend who worked there a while back says it's a really really good hospital, so now I just have to hope that things go as well tomorrow as they went yesterday. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Friday, 7 November 2008
The morning after
Is just as tiring as the night before, actually. I'm shattered today, truly shattered. I haven't slept properly in about a week now, and it's really telling on me. I'm hoping that i'll eventually get so tired that I just have to sleep, and sleep it out.
So, what did I do yesterday? I started by being awake at 6, as per usual, and feeling super tired without being able to sleep. Why, I ask you! I dragged myself up, went downstairs, and nearly caused my dear, OLD, dad to die suddenly of a heart attack. He's convinced I don't get up early, even though I do. I think he thinks i'm still one of those teens who lies in bed all day long. So, after we'd resussed him (don't panic, it was my mum giving the mouth to mouth. I'm not quite that far gone yet), I threw myself in the shower, and then multitasked by feeding dogs, packing bags and dressing self all at the same time. Aren't I clever?
My new laptop is so yummy! Honestly it is. It's so great to be able to have a laptop that's small and light enough to hold in one hand! But i'm off on a tangent. Sorry, it was packing bags that made me remember how much i'm in love with it.
Mum had a client assessment to do, so I thought i'd come along and watch. It was interesting, actually, even if the travelling did take up the better part of the day. But it's nice to travel with someone you can talk to, and who buys you lunch!
She left me though, abandoned me on a tube station platform as she had done before, many many years ago. Ok, it was a tube, not the platform. And there is a story behind the abandonment comment which, if you have a sick sense of humor like us, is very, very funny. We once told this tube guy that i'd got off the tube too early, as a young child. Mum's blind too, so it was understandable that she searched for, and couldn't find me. So she left me and went on home.
Tube guy: So how did you find each other again?
Me: Oh, we just bumped into each other, literally, when I was 16. Funnily enough, it was on a tube platform!
We found it so amusing because he actually believed us. I mean, who in their right mind would believe that tale? But it seems, if you're blind, that in the eyes of Joe Public, you're beyond falsehood. You're just to innocent, too perfect, too crippled to lie! No disabled person knows how to fib now, do they! It's fun to push things to the boundary of believeableness though, and actually, this one started out as a gentle tease of the man. i cant remember what he asked initially, but the story kind of made itself up after that.
Anyway, i'm off on a tangent again. After i'd been cruelly abandoned, for the second time I might add, I trailed my miserable self across London to Andy's rather large flat in a scummy old student halls block of even scummier, and very tiny, rooms. He's the warden, so he gets it posh, you know. It was fun catching up with him, even though he's a man, and therefore slightly more uninteresting than the fairer sex. I made allowances, though. He even fed me! Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, a man fed a woman without being asked... more than twice... And it was kebab he fed me, cooked by his own fair hand. Hmmmm, i'll amend that. i don't like lying to you, dear reader. He brought it, with his own fair hand, from the car of the delivery driver. He even put it on a plate! Now, who needs more in life when you have a man like that?
Of course, becuase he talked so much, we were about 15 minutes late starting our broadcast. what! It's a known fact that men talk too much! and no, I do not have shifty eyes, nor was I hurriedly gulping down the last bit of kebab as we went on air. So no, it wasn't my fault we were late!
We had tuns of requests in though, and MSN was absolutely crazy all night. It was such good fun. I'd like to do it more often, and perhaps I just will. Even my mum, the oldie, said she enjoyed it. But then, who wouldn't when we're both making absolute idiots out of ourselves, trying to impersonate an intellectually challenged brummy?
At 1, we were finished, and about half an hour after, I flaked and begged for bed. But we sat talking for ages and ages, and, you know when you get so tired that everything seems funny and you laugh hysterically even if someone says hello? I was in that head space for about half an hour last night. Everything, and I mean everything was just so hugely amusing! My belly hurts this morning.
I eventually fell asleep, only to be woken by the sounds of water, and brushing! I still haven't worked out what it was, but I think it might have been someone cleaning the side wall of the building. After that, I just couldn't settle back to sleep again, hence the reason i'm killing time whilst writing this post. It's all quiet, apart from the dogs not being able to decide whether they want to keep me company, or try to pester the still sleeping Andy. The quiet is also shattered by the occasional snorting snore from next door. Anyway, I suppose I should go feed the beasts. They're girning for it. So, see you next time.
So, what did I do yesterday? I started by being awake at 6, as per usual, and feeling super tired without being able to sleep. Why, I ask you! I dragged myself up, went downstairs, and nearly caused my dear, OLD, dad to die suddenly of a heart attack. He's convinced I don't get up early, even though I do. I think he thinks i'm still one of those teens who lies in bed all day long. So, after we'd resussed him (don't panic, it was my mum giving the mouth to mouth. I'm not quite that far gone yet), I threw myself in the shower, and then multitasked by feeding dogs, packing bags and dressing self all at the same time. Aren't I clever?
My new laptop is so yummy! Honestly it is. It's so great to be able to have a laptop that's small and light enough to hold in one hand! But i'm off on a tangent. Sorry, it was packing bags that made me remember how much i'm in love with it.
Mum had a client assessment to do, so I thought i'd come along and watch. It was interesting, actually, even if the travelling did take up the better part of the day. But it's nice to travel with someone you can talk to, and who buys you lunch!
She left me though, abandoned me on a tube station platform as she had done before, many many years ago. Ok, it was a tube, not the platform. And there is a story behind the abandonment comment which, if you have a sick sense of humor like us, is very, very funny. We once told this tube guy that i'd got off the tube too early, as a young child. Mum's blind too, so it was understandable that she searched for, and couldn't find me. So she left me and went on home.
Tube guy: So how did you find each other again?
Me: Oh, we just bumped into each other, literally, when I was 16. Funnily enough, it was on a tube platform!
We found it so amusing because he actually believed us. I mean, who in their right mind would believe that tale? But it seems, if you're blind, that in the eyes of Joe Public, you're beyond falsehood. You're just to innocent, too perfect, too crippled to lie! No disabled person knows how to fib now, do they! It's fun to push things to the boundary of believeableness though, and actually, this one started out as a gentle tease of the man. i cant remember what he asked initially, but the story kind of made itself up after that.
Anyway, i'm off on a tangent again. After i'd been cruelly abandoned, for the second time I might add, I trailed my miserable self across London to Andy's rather large flat in a scummy old student halls block of even scummier, and very tiny, rooms. He's the warden, so he gets it posh, you know. It was fun catching up with him, even though he's a man, and therefore slightly more uninteresting than the fairer sex. I made allowances, though. He even fed me! Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, a man fed a woman without being asked... more than twice... And it was kebab he fed me, cooked by his own fair hand. Hmmmm, i'll amend that. i don't like lying to you, dear reader. He brought it, with his own fair hand, from the car of the delivery driver. He even put it on a plate! Now, who needs more in life when you have a man like that?
Of course, becuase he talked so much, we were about 15 minutes late starting our broadcast. what! It's a known fact that men talk too much! and no, I do not have shifty eyes, nor was I hurriedly gulping down the last bit of kebab as we went on air. So no, it wasn't my fault we were late!
We had tuns of requests in though, and MSN was absolutely crazy all night. It was such good fun. I'd like to do it more often, and perhaps I just will. Even my mum, the oldie, said she enjoyed it. But then, who wouldn't when we're both making absolute idiots out of ourselves, trying to impersonate an intellectually challenged brummy?
At 1, we were finished, and about half an hour after, I flaked and begged for bed. But we sat talking for ages and ages, and, you know when you get so tired that everything seems funny and you laugh hysterically even if someone says hello? I was in that head space for about half an hour last night. Everything, and I mean everything was just so hugely amusing! My belly hurts this morning.
I eventually fell asleep, only to be woken by the sounds of water, and brushing! I still haven't worked out what it was, but I think it might have been someone cleaning the side wall of the building. After that, I just couldn't settle back to sleep again, hence the reason i'm killing time whilst writing this post. It's all quiet, apart from the dogs not being able to decide whether they want to keep me company, or try to pester the still sleeping Andy. The quiet is also shattered by the occasional snorting snore from next door. Anyway, I suppose I should go feed the beasts. They're girning for it. So, see you next time.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Tired
I don't seem to be anything other than tired lately. It's doing my head in, actually for, as well as being tired, I can't seem to sleep at night. I'm sitting here, in my mum's house. It's not even 10 at night, and already i'm almost weeping for my bed. Isn't that pathetic? I must be getting old, and I don't like it!
So, what of me? What have I been up to, you might wonder? If you're pondering this, then I think you have too much time on your hands, but i'll tell you anyway.
Monday started with me in a bath robe, feeling tousled and sleepy, having been woken at an unearthly hour of the morning by the combination of my very noisy friend leaving for work, and Molly kangaroo bouncing all over him to tell him how desperately she wanted to go too. The tail was the thing that woke me, slapping off the wall of the bedroom with enough force to make a small area of Oxfordshire wonder if they were experiencing a minor earthquake. I didn't kill dog or man, for which fact I still hold quiet pride. I even smiled a good morning as I grunted something about sleep and me going well together. As I sat there in my robe, wishing, with head in hands, for a return of the blissful silence, the bombshell hit. The courier was coming with the laptop. Great, so now I have to get dressed.
With much grumbling about the necessity, i complied with the urgings of my subconscious which focused on things like, "You don't want to open the door in a robe," and, "Really, it's too cold to flash your legs at the neighbours when you take in your parcel." Jeans and a T-shirt quickly put paid to these notions, and i was able to relax... For a long, long time! At 3, I considered calling them, and, as usual, as soon as I picked up the phone, unleashed my temper, and got all worked up for a good, cracking, satisfying shouting match with the same customer services rep, the door went. Yep, it was my laptop.
It's lovely actually, even though, due to its size, it takes a little extra care to type on. It's an MSI Wind, and it's scrummy. Light, shiny, and with a running temperature of less than blistering proportions, it was my instant love. We're so attached. It's even on my lap, right now, cuddling nicely as I type. Wait, am I allowed to say that it's on my lap? PG ratings, PG ratings! And cuddling? How rude!
I was supposed to pack a bag to go up to my mum's on Monday, but, as usual, I procrastonated until I couldn't face it. Instead, I was up at 7 this morning, and in the bath. It was even too early to sing songs like Mamma mia, shock horror. I'd been a bit of a scaredy cat the night before, so I kept the TV on so that i wasn't too scared to sleep. Yes, I know i'm an idiot. But the end result was that i didn't get much sleep at all. I then packed a bag in record time, and was so pleased to realise that my now tiny tiny light laptop would fit in a small rucksack with the rest of my clothes. Bliss! I hightailed it off to the train station then. Well, that was the intention, but Molly saw to it that it didn't work! I was late for the bus, and arrived, as usual, just as it sailed past me. So I stood, waiting on the next one for far too long. On the way to the station, there's 4 roads we have to cross. Usually, Molly's so good at finding the poles of the traffic lights for me, but today? "Oh, oh, oh, there's a person watching me! Oh, and they've even made eye contact. That must mean i'm gonna get a fuss, right? now, let''s just forget about this silly old pole, eh? It doesn't stroke me, and it doesn't smell even a little bit like food. Yes, let's turn so that I can look at the person while SHE thinks i'm trying hard to find the pole. If i wag a little too, SHE'll think i'm trying real hard, and won't even shout at me! What? I'm facing the wrong way? Well of course I am! I don't want to go to the train station, stupid."
We got there in the end, but it took a lot of bullying from me, and huffing from her in the meantime. instead of finding the help desk, we sailed straight to the barriers, which really didn't help, as the train was in and i needed to let the help desk know i'd need met at Paddington. I begged help off a random member of staff, and made that train by the skin of my teeth, with much cursing of dogs and their mood swings. The trip through London was uneventful, and surprisingly smoothe. Met up with my mum, and a few friends of ours for lunch and we ended up having a huge philosophical conversation which dealt with light matters such as: the validity of religion, is maths a belief system, can the belief behind science be compared with that of religion, and other such usual lunch time ramblings. Then the dogs went to the park. Molly was a silly, yet again. She wouldn't pick up a ball that mum chucked for her, regardless of how much coaxing I gave. After we'd lost the second, i gave up on that game.
Then it was time to find coffee. My mum's a coffee adict, and there's a helth shop that does a nice blend, apparently. We got lost a couple of times but, being the nice daughter that I am, I didn't even complain! After that, it was a trip home on the tube, then a dinner of gorgeous macaroni and chicken in a white sauce. I'm still stuffed.
And now, to finish, some exciting news! I'm going to be on Andy's radio show on Thursday night from 10. I expect you all not only to listen, but to add thestudio@smogradio.net to your IMs, and write in to pester me while I enjoy my 3 hours of fame! Yes folks, get ready to ask for my autograph. You can find the show at www.smogradio.net
I'm too tired to write more, so i'm off for a sleep. Catch you later.
So, what of me? What have I been up to, you might wonder? If you're pondering this, then I think you have too much time on your hands, but i'll tell you anyway.
Monday started with me in a bath robe, feeling tousled and sleepy, having been woken at an unearthly hour of the morning by the combination of my very noisy friend leaving for work, and Molly kangaroo bouncing all over him to tell him how desperately she wanted to go too. The tail was the thing that woke me, slapping off the wall of the bedroom with enough force to make a small area of Oxfordshire wonder if they were experiencing a minor earthquake. I didn't kill dog or man, for which fact I still hold quiet pride. I even smiled a good morning as I grunted something about sleep and me going well together. As I sat there in my robe, wishing, with head in hands, for a return of the blissful silence, the bombshell hit. The courier was coming with the laptop. Great, so now I have to get dressed.
With much grumbling about the necessity, i complied with the urgings of my subconscious which focused on things like, "You don't want to open the door in a robe," and, "Really, it's too cold to flash your legs at the neighbours when you take in your parcel." Jeans and a T-shirt quickly put paid to these notions, and i was able to relax... For a long, long time! At 3, I considered calling them, and, as usual, as soon as I picked up the phone, unleashed my temper, and got all worked up for a good, cracking, satisfying shouting match with the same customer services rep, the door went. Yep, it was my laptop.
It's lovely actually, even though, due to its size, it takes a little extra care to type on. It's an MSI Wind, and it's scrummy. Light, shiny, and with a running temperature of less than blistering proportions, it was my instant love. We're so attached. It's even on my lap, right now, cuddling nicely as I type. Wait, am I allowed to say that it's on my lap? PG ratings, PG ratings! And cuddling? How rude!
I was supposed to pack a bag to go up to my mum's on Monday, but, as usual, I procrastonated until I couldn't face it. Instead, I was up at 7 this morning, and in the bath. It was even too early to sing songs like Mamma mia, shock horror. I'd been a bit of a scaredy cat the night before, so I kept the TV on so that i wasn't too scared to sleep. Yes, I know i'm an idiot. But the end result was that i didn't get much sleep at all. I then packed a bag in record time, and was so pleased to realise that my now tiny tiny light laptop would fit in a small rucksack with the rest of my clothes. Bliss! I hightailed it off to the train station then. Well, that was the intention, but Molly saw to it that it didn't work! I was late for the bus, and arrived, as usual, just as it sailed past me. So I stood, waiting on the next one for far too long. On the way to the station, there's 4 roads we have to cross. Usually, Molly's so good at finding the poles of the traffic lights for me, but today? "Oh, oh, oh, there's a person watching me! Oh, and they've even made eye contact. That must mean i'm gonna get a fuss, right? now, let''s just forget about this silly old pole, eh? It doesn't stroke me, and it doesn't smell even a little bit like food. Yes, let's turn so that I can look at the person while SHE thinks i'm trying hard to find the pole. If i wag a little too, SHE'll think i'm trying real hard, and won't even shout at me! What? I'm facing the wrong way? Well of course I am! I don't want to go to the train station, stupid."
We got there in the end, but it took a lot of bullying from me, and huffing from her in the meantime. instead of finding the help desk, we sailed straight to the barriers, which really didn't help, as the train was in and i needed to let the help desk know i'd need met at Paddington. I begged help off a random member of staff, and made that train by the skin of my teeth, with much cursing of dogs and their mood swings. The trip through London was uneventful, and surprisingly smoothe. Met up with my mum, and a few friends of ours for lunch and we ended up having a huge philosophical conversation which dealt with light matters such as: the validity of religion, is maths a belief system, can the belief behind science be compared with that of religion, and other such usual lunch time ramblings. Then the dogs went to the park. Molly was a silly, yet again. She wouldn't pick up a ball that mum chucked for her, regardless of how much coaxing I gave. After we'd lost the second, i gave up on that game.
Then it was time to find coffee. My mum's a coffee adict, and there's a helth shop that does a nice blend, apparently. We got lost a couple of times but, being the nice daughter that I am, I didn't even complain! After that, it was a trip home on the tube, then a dinner of gorgeous macaroni and chicken in a white sauce. I'm still stuffed.
And now, to finish, some exciting news! I'm going to be on Andy's radio show on Thursday night from 10. I expect you all not only to listen, but to add thestudio@smogradio.net to your IMs, and write in to pester me while I enjoy my 3 hours of fame! Yes folks, get ready to ask for my autograph. You can find the show at www.smogradio.net
I'm too tired to write more, so i'm off for a sleep. Catch you later.
Friday, 31 October 2008
Dog foods and laptops
I'm tired as I write this, so please forgive any unusually stupid writings you see on this post. The usual idiocy is to be expected, i'm afraid.
Well, it hasn't been a good week for deliveries for me. I was supposed to get dog food yesterday, which arrived at 2 O'clock today. I'd also ordered a laptop. Why? I'll tell you why. List of problems with my old laptop.
1. Battery doesn't work. It won't even hold a second of charge. as soon as you pull the plug, the thing shuts down as though there were no battery in it.
2. Charger. It doesn't connect so well any more since some idiot stood on it, pulling it out of the back of the laptop.
3. Wire. It's broken a little where it attaches to the charger itself. I've selotaped it to within an inch of its life, but it's only a patch up job, really. That comes with making your charger travel to and from work every day. Who ever said laptops were designed to be portable!
4. Screen. The plastic housing's readily peeling away from the edges of it now.
5. Heat. Yes, that's right, even my laptop's hot! So hot, in fact, that it can blister your thighs through jeans, and the plastic tray it's sitting on, because it was too hot to sit on your knee and you thought it would run cooler if the air vents were free. Can you tell i've had that experience?
So, yes, all things considered, it was time i got a new one. i used some of my precious savings for it... At least, i will have, once I put them in the bank. I can just hear my bank manager screaming as my overdraught grows right before his beady little eyes.
They told me, when i bought it, that it would be delivered today. So I sat in all day... again. And it didn't come! At 3, I phoned them, only to be told that, "No, we wouldn't have told you it would be delivered so quickly, because it's having a memory refit. It won't be with you till Monday." I blew up when they called me a liar, and demanded the refund of my delivery costs. They, of course, refused. "Oh, I can't do that. It would have to be my manager, and she's not available." So, being the nice, calm, mild tempered person that I am, I demanded a call back and told her that, if I didn't get it within 24 hours, i was cancelling the order and telling my bank it was fraud. Let's see if they call back, shall we? I'm thinking they probably will!
And that's the only thing of any interest that happened me today. Oh, except for the fact that i'm now going to have to cancel some consultancy work I had booked for Monday, all because I have to sit in all day... Again, to wait for the laptop... again. What fun!
I'm teaching hot Stone massage tomorrow and Sunday, and that usually makes me quite tired, so you won't hear from me until Monday in all likelihood.
Don't scare the children too much tonight. All right, do it, but i want to hear the stories!
Well, it hasn't been a good week for deliveries for me. I was supposed to get dog food yesterday, which arrived at 2 O'clock today. I'd also ordered a laptop. Why? I'll tell you why. List of problems with my old laptop.
1. Battery doesn't work. It won't even hold a second of charge. as soon as you pull the plug, the thing shuts down as though there were no battery in it.
2. Charger. It doesn't connect so well any more since some idiot stood on it, pulling it out of the back of the laptop.
3. Wire. It's broken a little where it attaches to the charger itself. I've selotaped it to within an inch of its life, but it's only a patch up job, really. That comes with making your charger travel to and from work every day. Who ever said laptops were designed to be portable!
4. Screen. The plastic housing's readily peeling away from the edges of it now.
5. Heat. Yes, that's right, even my laptop's hot! So hot, in fact, that it can blister your thighs through jeans, and the plastic tray it's sitting on, because it was too hot to sit on your knee and you thought it would run cooler if the air vents were free. Can you tell i've had that experience?
So, yes, all things considered, it was time i got a new one. i used some of my precious savings for it... At least, i will have, once I put them in the bank. I can just hear my bank manager screaming as my overdraught grows right before his beady little eyes.
They told me, when i bought it, that it would be delivered today. So I sat in all day... again. And it didn't come! At 3, I phoned them, only to be told that, "No, we wouldn't have told you it would be delivered so quickly, because it's having a memory refit. It won't be with you till Monday." I blew up when they called me a liar, and demanded the refund of my delivery costs. They, of course, refused. "Oh, I can't do that. It would have to be my manager, and she's not available." So, being the nice, calm, mild tempered person that I am, I demanded a call back and told her that, if I didn't get it within 24 hours, i was cancelling the order and telling my bank it was fraud. Let's see if they call back, shall we? I'm thinking they probably will!
And that's the only thing of any interest that happened me today. Oh, except for the fact that i'm now going to have to cancel some consultancy work I had booked for Monday, all because I have to sit in all day... Again, to wait for the laptop... again. What fun!
I'm teaching hot Stone massage tomorrow and Sunday, and that usually makes me quite tired, so you won't hear from me until Monday in all likelihood.
Don't scare the children too much tonight. All right, do it, but i want to hear the stories!
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Loose interpretation
Well, I was right to warn you to interpret 'tomorrow' loosely, wasn't I? Just pretend you don't see the date on the top of this post, and it'll all run smoothely from there.
Now, for the next exciting installment. Prepare yourself, for it's a thrilling ride this time. There's implements of torture and everything.
The day was the usual hum-drum feed the dog, walk the dog, brush the dog, pick up dog poo, clean the house, look for jobs, kind of affair that it always is... With one exception. Cue scary Jaws music, for, it was time to go to the doctor! Yes, that's right folks, Carly was voluntarily walking to a slow painful death by flu jab. I hate them, I really do, and they make me cringe even more, now that I know the damage they do.
It actually wasn't a doctor, but a nurse doing the pricking. Stop sniggering; she was female! So, i sat there, perfectly still, even managing to contain the screams of deepest agony which wanted to burst from my obediently compressed lips, and imagined what that injection was doing to me. They inject the fluid directly into the deltoid muscle; the chief instigator in you lifting your arm away from your side. When something's pushed into a muscle, you get micro tears. As fluid is definitely a something, and a quite large something at that, I grimaced as I thought of the thousands of tiny little scars i'd get as a result, and how they would impair the muscle's ability to function. I was therefore unsurprised when she warned that my arm was likely to feel a bit tender for a week or so. Yes, i'm a physio; I know the damage you've just willingly and knowingly done to my muscle! And i don't like it!
Didn't do much in the evening, apart from eat gorgeous pasta in a mushroom and wine sauce. Well, it was supposed to be gorgeous, but i forgot about the sauce, so it was far too thick and gloopy. I then roleplayed until the crack of dawn, but I blame Andy's radio show for that. It was good last night.
I woke up this morning with a throbbing left arm, a sore back, and a myriad of other tiny aches. I dragged myself out of bed long enough to feed the dog, fully intending to get straight back in, when I remembered I was having dog food delivered. I was afraid of missing the courier, so sat up instead. I did make one concession to my poorly state though; I stayed in jammies. Well, might as well give the man a show when he comes to the door! I've felt really sick all day, but again, i'm not surprised. For about three days after the jab, I feel really pants, and not myself at all. I felt so ill this morning that I had to force myself to eat breakfast. I had some good company on MSN to distract me though, and managed to get through the rest of the day. Did the courier come? But of course he did! Not. So now I have one hungry dog, and only enough food for one more day. He'd better come soon or else my life might be in danger... Or my bones will be, at least.
Time for a newsflash. You know the potato peeler I was going on about the other day? That nice, snazzy electric one that makes peeling spuds as easy as shelling peas? Well, I decided to try it out with that shepherd's pie i've been threatening to make. Oh, it worked so well! It vibrated so much that I couldn't feel where skin ended and tender tatie flesh began. My hands aren't the largest in the world, so I already find it difficult to hold potatoes and use the fingers on that hand to find the skin. With this vibrating monster in my hand *the potato peeler, you dirty minded reader!* I could hardly even keep my grip on the potato! So I reluctantly threw it across the room and reverted to terribly old fashioned physical effort to peel them instead. And you know what? It worked! So i'm writing this with a bellly full of a very good pie.
I think i'm gonna go up and broadcast with my mate on his show at some point next week. We have this ongoing joke of husband and wife, so we're planning to do a Richard and Judy style broadcast. Or is that Punch and Judy? Andy, don't get any ideas into your head, for in this show, Judy beats Punch! I'll let you know dates so that my rabid fan base may choon in and listen. Yes, I did write 'choon'. The kids tell me it's the new, hip, way of spelling it, and I do so wish to keep up with these new fads. Don't you? Until next time, let me leave you with this little pearl of wisdom.
A woman who thinks she is equal to a man...
Is lacking ambition!
Thank you, Mae West.
Now, for the next exciting installment. Prepare yourself, for it's a thrilling ride this time. There's implements of torture and everything.
The day was the usual hum-drum feed the dog, walk the dog, brush the dog, pick up dog poo, clean the house, look for jobs, kind of affair that it always is... With one exception. Cue scary Jaws music, for, it was time to go to the doctor! Yes, that's right folks, Carly was voluntarily walking to a slow painful death by flu jab. I hate them, I really do, and they make me cringe even more, now that I know the damage they do.
It actually wasn't a doctor, but a nurse doing the pricking. Stop sniggering; she was female! So, i sat there, perfectly still, even managing to contain the screams of deepest agony which wanted to burst from my obediently compressed lips, and imagined what that injection was doing to me. They inject the fluid directly into the deltoid muscle; the chief instigator in you lifting your arm away from your side. When something's pushed into a muscle, you get micro tears. As fluid is definitely a something, and a quite large something at that, I grimaced as I thought of the thousands of tiny little scars i'd get as a result, and how they would impair the muscle's ability to function. I was therefore unsurprised when she warned that my arm was likely to feel a bit tender for a week or so. Yes, i'm a physio; I know the damage you've just willingly and knowingly done to my muscle! And i don't like it!
Didn't do much in the evening, apart from eat gorgeous pasta in a mushroom and wine sauce. Well, it was supposed to be gorgeous, but i forgot about the sauce, so it was far too thick and gloopy. I then roleplayed until the crack of dawn, but I blame Andy's radio show for that. It was good last night.
I woke up this morning with a throbbing left arm, a sore back, and a myriad of other tiny aches. I dragged myself out of bed long enough to feed the dog, fully intending to get straight back in, when I remembered I was having dog food delivered. I was afraid of missing the courier, so sat up instead. I did make one concession to my poorly state though; I stayed in jammies. Well, might as well give the man a show when he comes to the door! I've felt really sick all day, but again, i'm not surprised. For about three days after the jab, I feel really pants, and not myself at all. I felt so ill this morning that I had to force myself to eat breakfast. I had some good company on MSN to distract me though, and managed to get through the rest of the day. Did the courier come? But of course he did! Not. So now I have one hungry dog, and only enough food for one more day. He'd better come soon or else my life might be in danger... Or my bones will be, at least.
Time for a newsflash. You know the potato peeler I was going on about the other day? That nice, snazzy electric one that makes peeling spuds as easy as shelling peas? Well, I decided to try it out with that shepherd's pie i've been threatening to make. Oh, it worked so well! It vibrated so much that I couldn't feel where skin ended and tender tatie flesh began. My hands aren't the largest in the world, so I already find it difficult to hold potatoes and use the fingers on that hand to find the skin. With this vibrating monster in my hand *the potato peeler, you dirty minded reader!* I could hardly even keep my grip on the potato! So I reluctantly threw it across the room and reverted to terribly old fashioned physical effort to peel them instead. And you know what? It worked! So i'm writing this with a bellly full of a very good pie.
I think i'm gonna go up and broadcast with my mate on his show at some point next week. We have this ongoing joke of husband and wife, so we're planning to do a Richard and Judy style broadcast. Or is that Punch and Judy? Andy, don't get any ideas into your head, for in this show, Judy beats Punch! I'll let you know dates so that my rabid fan base may choon in and listen. Yes, I did write 'choon'. The kids tell me it's the new, hip, way of spelling it, and I do so wish to keep up with these new fads. Don't you? Until next time, let me leave you with this little pearl of wisdom.
A woman who thinks she is equal to a man...
Is lacking ambition!
Thank you, Mae West.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Sleeping
Why this for a title? Because that's all i've seemed to do for the last couple of days.
I blame it on the travelling! Well, I actually suspect it's the winter hybernation bug biting me again. This happens every year. In the summer, I turn into an insomniac, surviving quite happily on about 3 hours of sleep. In the winter, I could sleep the clock round and still feel tired. It's odd.
I spent most of Sunday in bed, and this I blame on a really good book. You remember the one that kept me awake a couple of nights ago? It took me nearly a whole day, but I finished it. If you haven't done so already, you really need to read Robert Jordan's 'Wheel of Time' series. It's very long and involved, but so well written, and the character development's excellent.
I eventually dragged my bones out of bed long enough to throw some chips in the oven for dinner. No fancy Sunday roasts this week!
Ah, in fact, my bad memory's playing tricks again! That was Saturday that I was lazy because, on Sunday, I went shopping. How could I forget such a momentus event!
Yep, it was time to buy interview clothes, so off I traipsed to Next. I love shopping here, even if it means visits are infrequent because of the price of everything. It is amazing how much people will pay for clothes. But I did need something new for interview. The suit I had was years old and I had to kind of keep my elbows bent a little bit to make sure the arms of the jacket looked long enough. I've gone for a slightly less power dressing look this time. I'm wearing nice smart trousers, and a smart shirt, but no suit, no matching jacket. I think it's a better image to portray, bearing in mind the job market i'm trying to appeal to. It looks a lot more approachable; a little softer.
Because the clothes were on offer, I was able to get 2 of these outfits, plus new shoes. I even got a new dressing gown! And all courtesy of a friend who decided that they wanted to spoil me on their credit card. I felt a bit guilty, as there's no way i'd have chosen two outfits if i'd known someone else was going to be paying. But I paid them back by making dinner for us when I got home. Don't ask me what I had, because I can't remember. Old age again... Oh, is that a pee stain on my sofa?
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. Because i'd set aside that money for clothes, I was able to go down town and get a couple of bits and pieces I needed for my kitchen. No more using tongs where, every minute you're holding the meat in them, you're praying that the handle doesn't fall off... again! I also got a silicon version of a wooden spoon, and they're brilliant. I had one before, and they're excellent, because they don't take the teflon off the pan, they don't scrape it, and they don't go all splintery and horrible after the first wash.
I got one of those new nifty electric potato peelers. The blade vibrates a little on them, so that it slides through the spud easier. For any Irish who subsides solely on a diet of taties, it's a must, and is sitting proudly resplendent on my kitchen worktop, just begging to be used. I think i'll make a Shepherd's Pie today, so that i can test it out. I absolutely hate peeling potatoes because it takes so long, so hopefully this'll make it a little less arduous.
So that's it. nothing more to tell. oh, except that a Turkish friend of mine's going into the army apparently. I didn't hear it from the horse's mouth though, so all I know is that he's going in the winter. I don't know how long for, or where he'll be posted, but, let the worry begin. Army's tough on the boys and the country law states that every single one of them has to be conscripted. If they've gone through uni, it can be for as little as 6 months, but this is at the government's discression. If they haven't had the benefit of a good education, which most of them haven't, it's an 18 month stint, complete with mind numbing drugs and hard work. Luckily, Abuzer's done uni, so i'm hoping the government will give him a short shift.
Today, I plan to be lazy, and not to look at the state of my bank account! It's frightening! Until tomorrow. Please interpret that term loosely!
I blame it on the travelling! Well, I actually suspect it's the winter hybernation bug biting me again. This happens every year. In the summer, I turn into an insomniac, surviving quite happily on about 3 hours of sleep. In the winter, I could sleep the clock round and still feel tired. It's odd.
I spent most of Sunday in bed, and this I blame on a really good book. You remember the one that kept me awake a couple of nights ago? It took me nearly a whole day, but I finished it. If you haven't done so already, you really need to read Robert Jordan's 'Wheel of Time' series. It's very long and involved, but so well written, and the character development's excellent.
I eventually dragged my bones out of bed long enough to throw some chips in the oven for dinner. No fancy Sunday roasts this week!
Ah, in fact, my bad memory's playing tricks again! That was Saturday that I was lazy because, on Sunday, I went shopping. How could I forget such a momentus event!
Yep, it was time to buy interview clothes, so off I traipsed to Next. I love shopping here, even if it means visits are infrequent because of the price of everything. It is amazing how much people will pay for clothes. But I did need something new for interview. The suit I had was years old and I had to kind of keep my elbows bent a little bit to make sure the arms of the jacket looked long enough. I've gone for a slightly less power dressing look this time. I'm wearing nice smart trousers, and a smart shirt, but no suit, no matching jacket. I think it's a better image to portray, bearing in mind the job market i'm trying to appeal to. It looks a lot more approachable; a little softer.
Because the clothes were on offer, I was able to get 2 of these outfits, plus new shoes. I even got a new dressing gown! And all courtesy of a friend who decided that they wanted to spoil me on their credit card. I felt a bit guilty, as there's no way i'd have chosen two outfits if i'd known someone else was going to be paying. But I paid them back by making dinner for us when I got home. Don't ask me what I had, because I can't remember. Old age again... Oh, is that a pee stain on my sofa?
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. Because i'd set aside that money for clothes, I was able to go down town and get a couple of bits and pieces I needed for my kitchen. No more using tongs where, every minute you're holding the meat in them, you're praying that the handle doesn't fall off... again! I also got a silicon version of a wooden spoon, and they're brilliant. I had one before, and they're excellent, because they don't take the teflon off the pan, they don't scrape it, and they don't go all splintery and horrible after the first wash.
I got one of those new nifty electric potato peelers. The blade vibrates a little on them, so that it slides through the spud easier. For any Irish who subsides solely on a diet of taties, it's a must, and is sitting proudly resplendent on my kitchen worktop, just begging to be used. I think i'll make a Shepherd's Pie today, so that i can test it out. I absolutely hate peeling potatoes because it takes so long, so hopefully this'll make it a little less arduous.
So that's it. nothing more to tell. oh, except that a Turkish friend of mine's going into the army apparently. I didn't hear it from the horse's mouth though, so all I know is that he's going in the winter. I don't know how long for, or where he'll be posted, but, let the worry begin. Army's tough on the boys and the country law states that every single one of them has to be conscripted. If they've gone through uni, it can be for as little as 6 months, but this is at the government's discression. If they haven't had the benefit of a good education, which most of them haven't, it's an 18 month stint, complete with mind numbing drugs and hard work. Luckily, Abuzer's done uni, so i'm hoping the government will give him a short shift.
Today, I plan to be lazy, and not to look at the state of my bank account! It's frightening! Until tomorrow. Please interpret that term loosely!
Friday, 24 October 2008
Normality reigns once more
And, I am even glad of it! I haven't updated in a couple of days, firstly because I was shattered after the journey back, and secondly because, when I got home, there was a nice little surprise waiting for me. The batteries in the wireless keyboard had gone done. I *coughs* borrowed, my friend's really terribly awful keyboard, and was forced to subsist on substandard stolen goods for a whole day. It was terrible to type on, and I couldn't face posting my usual long-winded ramblings via the thing. I've already told you of my previous technical problems with the pen, so I wasn't going there again!
So, what to tell this time? Prepare yourself for the usual brand of sarcasm, general pesimism *is that how you spell it?* and edge of your seat, pants wetting type of excitement.
I got up at stupid o'clock on Wednesday morning to get back on my chosen flight, chosen, I might add, for the possibility that I might make that memorial service on time. So I sacrificed most of a good night's sleep for nothing! 6 was the time of my rather rude awakening (yes, my mobile is considered rude when it warbles the 'get up, get up now!' noise at me at that time of the morning). It was harder to get my granny up than it was to drag my bleary-eyed, wobbly-legged carcus out of the all too comfortable bed. I'm reading a good book, so had spent most of the night with my nose buried in it. I'd got maybe 5 hours of sleep at a push, and now it was time to trek halfway across the universe, all in the name of returning to oxford.
I pulled myself together in time to feed the dog before we left, and then worried the whole way up the road to the airport that she'd chuck up all over my aunty's car. You're supposed to leave them for at least 20 minutes after feeding before you do anything with them, but extra time was a luxury I didn't have, thanks to my need to get as much sleep as possible, and leave the getting up as close to departure time as I could.
Once Molly realised that her new love interest, the lodger, was howling his misery at her departure in his bedroom instead of coming with us, she huffed mightily! Ok, he was snoring his displeasure... And she knew it! If a dog could flounce, old Molly would have done it as she threw her food engorged body into the car, and turned her back on us all. Clearly, she thought we were terribly unjust in parting her from her newfound love. Even my aunty, who she usually goes mad for, couldn't bring her out of this latest strop.
So, we travelled to the airport in sulky silence, if the loud groans, snorts, and general vocalising of her displeasure are discounted. We actually arrived early in the end, despite my mad scramble to locate my iPod which my Granny was convinced was a phone. She'd taken it downstairs and tried to plug it into my phone charger for me. I'm just thankful the connections didn't match, or else my Pod would be no more, given the difference in voltages.
And what better way to make up the time we had until the flight left than having an Ulster Fry? For those of you who have never had one, it consists of bacon, fried eggs, sausage, vegetable roll which is meat, not vegetable (Nope, I never claimed the Irish were logical!), soda bread, potato bread, mushrooms, beans, and tomato. I didn't have all that, but the prices were extortionate! £7.99 for the fry.
The flight was pretty good, apart from the landing. It was done so badly that we bounced off the runway before touching down properly. Molly didn't like it. It's the first time i've seen her really bothered on a flight, but she wouldn't settle at all after that, and nearly strangled herself pulling to get off. Then I had to convince the guy helping me that the suitcase i'd said was mine, truly was mine. he kept glancing at the bag tag on my passport, then the tag on the bag. "Oh, they don't match!" "Yes, mister, I know they don't. That's because they didn't give me a new tag at check in. Honestly, the case is mine." "Oh, but i have to put it back. We can't be sure it's yours, and the numbers don't match." Well, it went round in circles, until I lost the rag, ripped open the top of the suitcase, and flashed the contents at him. "Yep, sir, it's mine all right! Those are my pants!" He didn't really see them, but wouldn't it have been funny if he did! The clothes were all zipped away, so all he got was an eyeful of boots, handbags, and girlie purfume.
I'd had a phone conversation with my mum earlier in the day, who suggested the bright idea of getting the bus home instead of the train. The only reason I hadn't done it on the way up was because it took over an hour longer. But, when she told me it had electric, and wireless internet, I just couldn't resist. All excited i was as I made my way to the terminal, and even Molly was happy, for a wonder. I climbed on the bus, completely content in the fact that i'd be totally amused on the way home, and blissfully unaware that, by the usual cruel twist of fate, I had one of the very few buses which didn't possess the technological knowhow to have electricity, let alone internet access!
So there I was, stuck for about 4 hours on a bus, with nothing to do except resort to phone, ahem, i mean iPod, for amusement. I get real bad cabin fever if i'm forced to sit still for more than 3 hours. It's almost a panic i get into. So I really didn't enjoy knowing that i'd be stuck there for that length of time.
When I eventually did get off, I can tell you, I was glad! I arrived home after having travelled for 10 hours, but my day wasn't over. A friend was doing a radio show, which you should listen to, by the way. www.smogradio.net. he broadcasts between 10 and 1, and is a nice background distraction to whatever you're doing.
So I didn't get to bed for ages! Then iwas up with the dog at the usual time, and I think she must have been shattered herself. After i'd fed her, she crawled back into bed. So it was only natural that i followed suit! It was freezing yesterday. From getting up at 8, I didn't get my feet warmed back up again until after 11. then it was up, breakfast, and job hunting. I didn't do much else yesterday, but I did find a job to apply for, which is good. I didn't make it right through to the end of the radio show last night, and i slept late this morning. But I made up for my sins in a sinfully, deliciously long bath when I woke up. I further compounded my hanus crimes by having a whole bar of chocolate for breakfast!
I've been invited to interview in Selly Oak hospital on the 11th of next month, so things are looking up. Today, I have no plans really, but i think i'll teach myself the way to Tesco I don't know if this is a good thing though; me having access to a readily available chocolate supply... Well, that's it for today. I have things to do you know! Until next time, whenever that may be.
So, what to tell this time? Prepare yourself for the usual brand of sarcasm, general pesimism *is that how you spell it?* and edge of your seat, pants wetting type of excitement.
I got up at stupid o'clock on Wednesday morning to get back on my chosen flight, chosen, I might add, for the possibility that I might make that memorial service on time. So I sacrificed most of a good night's sleep for nothing! 6 was the time of my rather rude awakening (yes, my mobile is considered rude when it warbles the 'get up, get up now!' noise at me at that time of the morning). It was harder to get my granny up than it was to drag my bleary-eyed, wobbly-legged carcus out of the all too comfortable bed. I'm reading a good book, so had spent most of the night with my nose buried in it. I'd got maybe 5 hours of sleep at a push, and now it was time to trek halfway across the universe, all in the name of returning to oxford.
I pulled myself together in time to feed the dog before we left, and then worried the whole way up the road to the airport that she'd chuck up all over my aunty's car. You're supposed to leave them for at least 20 minutes after feeding before you do anything with them, but extra time was a luxury I didn't have, thanks to my need to get as much sleep as possible, and leave the getting up as close to departure time as I could.
Once Molly realised that her new love interest, the lodger, was howling his misery at her departure in his bedroom instead of coming with us, she huffed mightily! Ok, he was snoring his displeasure... And she knew it! If a dog could flounce, old Molly would have done it as she threw her food engorged body into the car, and turned her back on us all. Clearly, she thought we were terribly unjust in parting her from her newfound love. Even my aunty, who she usually goes mad for, couldn't bring her out of this latest strop.
So, we travelled to the airport in sulky silence, if the loud groans, snorts, and general vocalising of her displeasure are discounted. We actually arrived early in the end, despite my mad scramble to locate my iPod which my Granny was convinced was a phone. She'd taken it downstairs and tried to plug it into my phone charger for me. I'm just thankful the connections didn't match, or else my Pod would be no more, given the difference in voltages.
And what better way to make up the time we had until the flight left than having an Ulster Fry? For those of you who have never had one, it consists of bacon, fried eggs, sausage, vegetable roll which is meat, not vegetable (Nope, I never claimed the Irish were logical!), soda bread, potato bread, mushrooms, beans, and tomato. I didn't have all that, but the prices were extortionate! £7.99 for the fry.
The flight was pretty good, apart from the landing. It was done so badly that we bounced off the runway before touching down properly. Molly didn't like it. It's the first time i've seen her really bothered on a flight, but she wouldn't settle at all after that, and nearly strangled herself pulling to get off. Then I had to convince the guy helping me that the suitcase i'd said was mine, truly was mine. he kept glancing at the bag tag on my passport, then the tag on the bag. "Oh, they don't match!" "Yes, mister, I know they don't. That's because they didn't give me a new tag at check in. Honestly, the case is mine." "Oh, but i have to put it back. We can't be sure it's yours, and the numbers don't match." Well, it went round in circles, until I lost the rag, ripped open the top of the suitcase, and flashed the contents at him. "Yep, sir, it's mine all right! Those are my pants!" He didn't really see them, but wouldn't it have been funny if he did! The clothes were all zipped away, so all he got was an eyeful of boots, handbags, and girlie purfume.
I'd had a phone conversation with my mum earlier in the day, who suggested the bright idea of getting the bus home instead of the train. The only reason I hadn't done it on the way up was because it took over an hour longer. But, when she told me it had electric, and wireless internet, I just couldn't resist. All excited i was as I made my way to the terminal, and even Molly was happy, for a wonder. I climbed on the bus, completely content in the fact that i'd be totally amused on the way home, and blissfully unaware that, by the usual cruel twist of fate, I had one of the very few buses which didn't possess the technological knowhow to have electricity, let alone internet access!
So there I was, stuck for about 4 hours on a bus, with nothing to do except resort to phone, ahem, i mean iPod, for amusement. I get real bad cabin fever if i'm forced to sit still for more than 3 hours. It's almost a panic i get into. So I really didn't enjoy knowing that i'd be stuck there for that length of time.
When I eventually did get off, I can tell you, I was glad! I arrived home after having travelled for 10 hours, but my day wasn't over. A friend was doing a radio show, which you should listen to, by the way. www.smogradio.net. he broadcasts between 10 and 1, and is a nice background distraction to whatever you're doing.
So I didn't get to bed for ages! Then iwas up with the dog at the usual time, and I think she must have been shattered herself. After i'd fed her, she crawled back into bed. So it was only natural that i followed suit! It was freezing yesterday. From getting up at 8, I didn't get my feet warmed back up again until after 11. then it was up, breakfast, and job hunting. I didn't do much else yesterday, but I did find a job to apply for, which is good. I didn't make it right through to the end of the radio show last night, and i slept late this morning. But I made up for my sins in a sinfully, deliciously long bath when I woke up. I further compounded my hanus crimes by having a whole bar of chocolate for breakfast!
I've been invited to interview in Selly Oak hospital on the 11th of next month, so things are looking up. Today, I have no plans really, but i think i'll teach myself the way to Tesco I don't know if this is a good thing though; me having access to a readily available chocolate supply... Well, that's it for today. I have things to do you know! Until next time, whenever that may be.
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