Friday, June 04, 2004
Its now 11:30 and I'm feeling a bit guilty. I just want to clear up that I DO appreciate G's efforts to make me a cup of tea. He's a wonderful thoughtful man who I'm looking forward to marrying.
He just doesn't make a very good cup of tea.
He just doesn't make a very good cup of tea.
Its 8:13 AM. Its my day off. I am awake. Jo is happily dozing next door, and I'm sitting here feeling the effects of my participation in two empty bottles of wine. While last night was probably one of the more enjoyable evenings I've had in a while, I still can't discount the rather unsettled "morning after" stomach. Kids - learn from your elder's mistakes - wine on an empty stomach is bad, bad, bad.
Of course, I've attempted to calm the storm with a cuppa tea and coco pops, but it's only half working. I think the only real cure is back to bed for a few more hours kip.
You're probably wondering what the h*ll I'm doing at the pc at this hour of the morning. It began with G's rather ungraceful exit from bed at about 7ish (he pulled a hamstring at footie last night and is waddling about like a grumpy, one-legged duck), followed by prolonged faffing about in the bathroom. He attempted to make me a cup of tea, but unfortunately tea is a bit hit or miss with him. Big miss this morning, which lead me to heft myself out of bed in search of a decent cuppa and some food. Following my morning meeting with Kellogg's, I remembered I needed to send one of the guys at work an email about a job he's doing for me. Of course, I never got that far and here I am still needing to email Andy and feeling less and less motivated to do so.
On the other hand, sleep is beginning to sound attractive.
And by the way, if you're curious, I didn't move yesterday. IT all went horribly wrong to due a stubborn solicitor (lawyers, the reason for all bad things) and a missing piece of paper. Needless to say, I'm currently in a completely bare office surrounded by stuff in boxes. In fact, no matter what room I'm in, I'm surrounded by stuff in boxes. Jo was lucky, I managed to dig up some pillows and a towel, but we were still drinking wine from coffee mugs last night. So I'm not moving to my new house until Wednesday. Which is good - I'm ready to move back to civilization, and bad - I WANT TO MOVE NOW!
But first, email and then... sleep.
Of course, I've attempted to calm the storm with a cuppa tea and coco pops, but it's only half working. I think the only real cure is back to bed for a few more hours kip.
You're probably wondering what the h*ll I'm doing at the pc at this hour of the morning. It began with G's rather ungraceful exit from bed at about 7ish (he pulled a hamstring at footie last night and is waddling about like a grumpy, one-legged duck), followed by prolonged faffing about in the bathroom. He attempted to make me a cup of tea, but unfortunately tea is a bit hit or miss with him. Big miss this morning, which lead me to heft myself out of bed in search of a decent cuppa and some food. Following my morning meeting with Kellogg's, I remembered I needed to send one of the guys at work an email about a job he's doing for me. Of course, I never got that far and here I am still needing to email Andy and feeling less and less motivated to do so.
On the other hand, sleep is beginning to sound attractive.
And by the way, if you're curious, I didn't move yesterday. IT all went horribly wrong to due a stubborn solicitor (lawyers, the reason for all bad things) and a missing piece of paper. Needless to say, I'm currently in a completely bare office surrounded by stuff in boxes. In fact, no matter what room I'm in, I'm surrounded by stuff in boxes. Jo was lucky, I managed to dig up some pillows and a towel, but we were still drinking wine from coffee mugs last night. So I'm not moving to my new house until Wednesday. Which is good - I'm ready to move back to civilization, and bad - I WANT TO MOVE NOW!
But first, email and then... sleep.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Ok, so where was I... right. Still packing and will be until the next coming. Moving house is a horrible thing to decide to do. Take it from me. Find a house, move in, and REFUSE TO EVER LEAVE. Gets to small? Don't buy a new one, build an extension. Transferred out of state? Don't sell your house, pick it up and move it. It HAS to be easier that the teeth-pulling-agonising-pain we are currently going through.
We're moving on Thursday (his Thursday, as in two-days-from-today Thursday) and do we have a final confirmation? No. Our buyers solicitor won't exchange until he has some obscure piece of paper that the Salford town council need to provide. So if our house isn't bought, we can't buy a house. Which leaves us with a moving van arriving Thursday morning to whisk all of our belongings away to... nowhere. Arse.
On a brighter note I had proof today that a) my father does read my emails and b) the forthcoming nuptials haven't drained him of his sense of humour (lucky man, if you haven't noticed mine is becoming non-existent)
Let me share with you his response to the blog of 19-04-2004 (dd-mm-yyyy for the Americans), specifically about the letter I wrote to Chris.
Tony won't be able to make it because George may be there. And, that would make the Brits unhappy at election time. George won't make it because Tony won't be there. I have contacted Lady Thatcher and asked her to intervene. She'll straighten those boys out.
Otherwise, things are peachy.
Yes, a particular sense of humour, but one I share - to my fiancé's dismay!
He's also sent me emails containing little notes that people have written on the back of the RSVP's which has cheered me up more than once. Lesson for the day -little notes can brighten someone's day.
I think there might be a forthcoming addition to the site...
We're moving on Thursday (his Thursday, as in two-days-from-today Thursday) and do we have a final confirmation? No. Our buyers solicitor won't exchange until he has some obscure piece of paper that the Salford town council need to provide. So if our house isn't bought, we can't buy a house. Which leaves us with a moving van arriving Thursday morning to whisk all of our belongings away to... nowhere. Arse.
On a brighter note I had proof today that a) my father does read my emails and b) the forthcoming nuptials haven't drained him of his sense of humour (lucky man, if you haven't noticed mine is becoming non-existent)
Let me share with you his response to the blog of 19-04-2004 (dd-mm-yyyy for the Americans), specifically about the letter I wrote to Chris.
Tony won't be able to make it because George may be there. And, that would make the Brits unhappy at election time. George won't make it because Tony won't be there. I have contacted Lady Thatcher and asked her to intervene. She'll straighten those boys out.
Otherwise, things are peachy.
Yes, a particular sense of humour, but one I share - to my fiancé's dismay!
He's also sent me emails containing little notes that people have written on the back of the RSVP's which has cheered me up more than once. Lesson for the day -little notes can brighten someone's day.
I think there might be a forthcoming addition to the site...
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Its approximately 3 hours since I started packing the kitchen. I'm not sure WHERE all the kitchen stuff came from, but its there and still needs packing. I've been working non-stop for the whole of the three hours and there is still stuff to pack. And we're not talking the rogue fork that escaped notice - I'm not even half way through!
Curiously enough, neither of us really cook. I can cook, but if the choice was between COOKING dinner and BUYING dinner I know which way I'd go. So where did the plethora of cooking supplies come from? Maybe Giles is holding out on me...
So I come to the end of the three hours I gave myself to pack the kitchen and its not done. And I have to go.
Looks like we know what I'll be doing tomorrow.....
Curiously enough, neither of us really cook. I can cook, but if the choice was between COOKING dinner and BUYING dinner I know which way I'd go. So where did the plethora of cooking supplies come from? Maybe Giles is holding out on me...
So I come to the end of the three hours I gave myself to pack the kitchen and its not done. And I have to go.
Looks like we know what I'll be doing tomorrow.....
Its Sunday (again). Where did the other days go? Last thing I remember was... well.. not much truthfully. I've managed to go from Sunday to Sunday with very little recollection of what I did in the time between. What I do remember is that work was erratic (nothing happened when it was scheduled - I hate that), I had three glasses of wine on Tuesday, found out I'm moving house this Thursday (arrrrgggh) and completely forgot one of my best friend's birthday (I am truly a hag). The rest of it is a complete blur. I don't even know what clothes I wore all week. I'm sure that's some sort of dysfunction... you shouldn't forget what clothes you wore three days ago?
And now its time to start another week. So far I've done pretty well. I got up about 10 to 10 (cowboy time as my team leader says) and its now 20 to 11. I've managed to go to the shop and get breakfast essentials (coco pops and milk), eat said breakfast and I've now started the first of a list of "things" I need to get done today. A forty minute turn around from asleep to up and functioning isn't bad at all. Disaster almost struck when I was momentarily distracted by "Tasty Gourmet Burger Recipes" on MSN Today - nothing like a good burger - , but I re-grouped. After this, I have a kitchen to pack, then I'm going to the gym and then off to be fed roast dinner. No time for drooling over burgers!
Now that they are down on paper the day's chores don't seem that imposing. Except packing a kitchen isn't really fun-and-games is it? I mean, you wouldn't wake up in the morning, stretch and think, "oh, its a great day to pack the kitchen." Luckily, Giles is away so I'm left to my own devices which it the only way I ever get anything done. I love him, but he's a huge distraction.
Even luckier, because he is away and I have to do the majority of the packing, he gets to do the majority of the un-packing because Jo is arriving at 11pm (won't she be surprised!) on Thursday. So I have a weekend of laughter, fun, shopping and wine and he has a weekend of deciding where to put the microwave. Bad luck or great timing, you be the judge!
So the faster I get the kitchen packed up, the sooner I can go to the gym (its working, I'm going to be a svelte bride!) and the sooner I can go gorge myself on lamb and roast potatoes.
As for wedding things, I'm boycotting for today. I keep getting RSVP's saying my friends won't be able to make it. This makes me sad. I hope Giles gets home soon....
And now its time to start another week. So far I've done pretty well. I got up about 10 to 10 (cowboy time as my team leader says) and its now 20 to 11. I've managed to go to the shop and get breakfast essentials (coco pops and milk), eat said breakfast and I've now started the first of a list of "things" I need to get done today. A forty minute turn around from asleep to up and functioning isn't bad at all. Disaster almost struck when I was momentarily distracted by "Tasty Gourmet Burger Recipes" on MSN Today - nothing like a good burger - , but I re-grouped. After this, I have a kitchen to pack, then I'm going to the gym and then off to be fed roast dinner. No time for drooling over burgers!
Now that they are down on paper the day's chores don't seem that imposing. Except packing a kitchen isn't really fun-and-games is it? I mean, you wouldn't wake up in the morning, stretch and think, "oh, its a great day to pack the kitchen." Luckily, Giles is away so I'm left to my own devices which it the only way I ever get anything done. I love him, but he's a huge distraction.
Even luckier, because he is away and I have to do the majority of the packing, he gets to do the majority of the un-packing because Jo is arriving at 11pm (won't she be surprised!) on Thursday. So I have a weekend of laughter, fun, shopping and wine and he has a weekend of deciding where to put the microwave. Bad luck or great timing, you be the judge!
So the faster I get the kitchen packed up, the sooner I can go to the gym (its working, I'm going to be a svelte bride!) and the sooner I can go gorge myself on lamb and roast potatoes.
As for wedding things, I'm boycotting for today. I keep getting RSVP's saying my friends won't be able to make it. This makes me sad. I hope Giles gets home soon....
