Dearly Beloved passed his cold on to me, so I am currently a slack-jawed, mouth-breathing snot-monster. Survived 2 hours at work before deciding that I wasn't doing anyone any good.Arrived home and passed out on the sofa. 3 hours later I woke and had to seek out a new box of tissues. I swear my sinuses are so blocked that my cheeks are bulging-all red and squishy.
Time for another of the occasional series of lyrics stuck in my brain "feeling sick and tired, of being sick and tired".
On the exciting side of things, my mother is flying over for my birthday which is cool, and Dearly Beloved got his new car today. I'm reserving my enthusiasm for when I less feel like throwing up or having my head drilled
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
welcome back
How can it possibly be near the end of February 2008?When did that happen?
This Week I Am Mostly: Trying not to read so much chick lit.
I've even taken out some non-fiction books. Get me with the lit-er-a-choor. Well, okay, not exactly literature. Apart from some chick lit (c'mon, it would be like trying to give up chocolate- Never Gonna Happen), I've borrowed Zadie Smith's "On Beauty", which I am thoroughly enjoying, gorgeously observed and beautiful descriptive writing. Browsed Mario Testino's "Any Objections?" this morning, a collection of his more informal photos. Some beautiful shots but more genitalia than I am generally comfortable with-I'm often surprised at just how prudish I am sometimes. There I was thinking I was quite liberal...but I'm definitely getting older. Why are young boys walking around displaying their bottoms above their trousers these days? It wouldnt be quite so bad if they had nicer bottoms, but most of them are best kept covered. As for the boy who does it on dress-down Fridays, it's just unpleasantly disrespectful. I got an Andy McNab, which is the boy-chocolate selection. On visiting home last year, I was introduced to the works of thriller writer Tess Gerritsen, so I've borrowed the Mephisto Club. Looked for a book about what to do with my hair and failed to find one, but borrowed Ruby and Millie's book on make-up instead. I kinda went deliberately unpretty for 2 decades, so there's a certain amount of catching up to do now. Been growing my hair for 18 months and have lots of sparkly hair clips and no real idea of how to put my hair up. I only discovered powder last year, which made an enormous difference (and you'd really think the woman who sold me shedloads of Clinique blotting papers could have mentioned it at some stage..). And vir 'n bietjie kultuur, I got a book on Monet as well.
(chances are, of course, that I'll read the chick lit and skim the rest)
This Week I Am Also: shopping well.
Bought 3 jute bags from Tesco at £1 each and smugly toted one around the Hampshire Farmers Market in Winchester today. Sadly the man who normally boasts a banner " I can't believe it's not parmesan" was sold out of his 'italian-style hard cheese'* today so consoled ourselves with a Beceries banana and chocolate cake, Cape Gold traditional boerewors, Noah's Ark Farm chicken sausages and (New and Damn Tasty) turkey and thyme sausages as well as a cheese and tomato ciabatta (which Dearly Beloved and I will always and ever refer to as Chewbacca). I'm now quite hungry, but I've some ranting to do yet.
On the work front, the geniuses who run our department finally got us our rotas a week before they were due to start...but forgot to password protect the damned spreadsheet so had to get IT to retrieve it when it was, inevitably, accidentally deleted. I've also, after 18 months of waiting, finally been placed on the training course to progress to the next level of underwriting internally at exactly the same time I've booked myself in for the next stage of the external (thus arguably more useful, and infinitely more expensive since I pay for it if I fail!). Not terribly concerned about failing the internal one they've just started me on without much notice since I can reschedule the exam in about 6 weeks and is free, whereas the external one I've scheduled and planned for can only be written again in 6 months at the cost of £70 if I fail. The Yanks have a very useful term 'no-brainer' I feel applies here.
Food now!
*I'm not overly impressed with the whole PDO thing. I'm fairly confident that people would know that something purchased from an approved farmers market would not be imported, and that something labelled "Yorkshire Feta" wouldn't have originated in Greece. And whether you call it Champagne or sparkling wine, I'm still not going to drink it.
This Week I Am Mostly: Trying not to read so much chick lit.
I've even taken out some non-fiction books. Get me with the lit-er-a-choor. Well, okay, not exactly literature. Apart from some chick lit (c'mon, it would be like trying to give up chocolate- Never Gonna Happen), I've borrowed Zadie Smith's "On Beauty", which I am thoroughly enjoying, gorgeously observed and beautiful descriptive writing. Browsed Mario Testino's "Any Objections?" this morning, a collection of his more informal photos. Some beautiful shots but more genitalia than I am generally comfortable with-I'm often surprised at just how prudish I am sometimes. There I was thinking I was quite liberal...but I'm definitely getting older. Why are young boys walking around displaying their bottoms above their trousers these days? It wouldnt be quite so bad if they had nicer bottoms, but most of them are best kept covered. As for the boy who does it on dress-down Fridays, it's just unpleasantly disrespectful. I got an Andy McNab, which is the boy-chocolate selection. On visiting home last year, I was introduced to the works of thriller writer Tess Gerritsen, so I've borrowed the Mephisto Club. Looked for a book about what to do with my hair and failed to find one, but borrowed Ruby and Millie's book on make-up instead. I kinda went deliberately unpretty for 2 decades, so there's a certain amount of catching up to do now. Been growing my hair for 18 months and have lots of sparkly hair clips and no real idea of how to put my hair up. I only discovered powder last year, which made an enormous difference (and you'd really think the woman who sold me shedloads of Clinique blotting papers could have mentioned it at some stage..). And vir 'n bietjie kultuur, I got a book on Monet as well.
(chances are, of course, that I'll read the chick lit and skim the rest)
This Week I Am Also: shopping well.
Bought 3 jute bags from Tesco at £1 each and smugly toted one around the Hampshire Farmers Market in Winchester today. Sadly the man who normally boasts a banner " I can't believe it's not parmesan" was sold out of his 'italian-style hard cheese'* today so consoled ourselves with a Beceries banana and chocolate cake, Cape Gold traditional boerewors, Noah's Ark Farm chicken sausages and (New and Damn Tasty) turkey and thyme sausages as well as a cheese and tomato ciabatta (which Dearly Beloved and I will always and ever refer to as Chewbacca). I'm now quite hungry, but I've some ranting to do yet.
On the work front, the geniuses who run our department finally got us our rotas a week before they were due to start...but forgot to password protect the damned spreadsheet so had to get IT to retrieve it when it was, inevitably, accidentally deleted. I've also, after 18 months of waiting, finally been placed on the training course to progress to the next level of underwriting internally at exactly the same time I've booked myself in for the next stage of the external (thus arguably more useful, and infinitely more expensive since I pay for it if I fail!). Not terribly concerned about failing the internal one they've just started me on without much notice since I can reschedule the exam in about 6 weeks and is free, whereas the external one I've scheduled and planned for can only be written again in 6 months at the cost of £70 if I fail. The Yanks have a very useful term 'no-brainer' I feel applies here.
Food now!
*I'm not overly impressed with the whole PDO thing. I'm fairly confident that people would know that something purchased from an approved farmers market would not be imported, and that something labelled "Yorkshire Feta" wouldn't have originated in Greece. And whether you call it Champagne or sparkling wine, I'm still not going to drink it.
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