Sponsored to wear my crazy Ewa Minge boots into the office for Red Nose Day - raised £250, lots of smiles, some shock, mass confusion and I got to show off my piece of art.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Happy Easter readers!!!
Have a wonderful Easter! Just back from seeing the flat I'm buying a 2nd time and meeting the girl selling it who is lovely. Now packing and up at 3am to get early flight to Mallorca with Ewa where we spend the weekend on a millionaire friend of a friend's yacht or perhaps the appartment with sea views over their bar with a barman / concierge to attend to our every need. God I hope he's got the stamina for two wild Polish women ;-) Unfortunately the skipper has to attend to family stuff back in the UK so we won't be sailing this time. Life is good apparently. That's if I'm not dreaming. Oh how I love my lil flat by the sea already. Only an hours drive too. Cooley - poo and the gang!
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Hope eternal - life's mysterious ways
I remembered what happened to a guy I know and wanted to share it with you as I think it is wonderful. He was the MD at one point of the ad agency I worked for in Bournemouth. He was made redundant. He went to work for a telecomms company and got made redundant again. I found him again on Friends Reunited and he was living in the next village from me. He tried to start a business and was forced to do various jobs to keep his family and their big house. He'd made hundreds of job applications to no avail. He had to earn money somehow so in the afternoons he worked in an Undertakers (Funeral Home) and in the mornings was a Postman. This is a guy who'd been a Managing Director and Marketing Manager but he wasn't afraid of making a change to do what had to be done.
A few months after joining the Post Office he saw a job advertised as a Marketing Manager in London (a job which only would have been posted internally too) so he was okay to apply. His coworkers thought he was mad wanting an office job but then one pointed out the salary would be much better. He went for the job and not only got it but one with a higher status and salary and company car. Had he not gone to be a Postman, it wouldn't have happened.
Life works in mysterious ways - this may just be your path and paths are not often straight and as we expect them to be. However tough things are, and lets face it life is tough (be happy when it is not), something always comes along. The key is to keep going and tackle the twists and turns on route adapting where necessary, taking some short cuts, losing the map and occasionally finding yourself on the wrong.
A few months after joining the Post Office he saw a job advertised as a Marketing Manager in London (a job which only would have been posted internally too) so he was okay to apply. His coworkers thought he was mad wanting an office job but then one pointed out the salary would be much better. He went for the job and not only got it but one with a higher status and salary and company car. Had he not gone to be a Postman, it wouldn't have happened.
Life works in mysterious ways - this may just be your path and paths are not often straight and as we expect them to be. However tough things are, and lets face it life is tough (be happy when it is not), something always comes along. The key is to keep going and tackle the twists and turns on route adapting where necessary, taking some short cuts, losing the map and occasionally finding yourself on the wrong.
Burning my TV licence
well I cancelled it today. Neither of us watch TV and when I did turn it on the other week to accompany my dinner it was so depressing. We'll only use the TV for DVDs and videos which is what we do anyway.
So don't bother asking about programmes or adverts.
Hope I can survive. Radio reception in the sticks is rubbish.
Think I can. May even delve into the book collection. That would be great. Actually taking books to my Bournemouth weekend flat for reading curled up all cosy and posing with on a clifftop bench or to rest my head on lying on the beach is even more delish!
So don't bother asking about programmes or adverts.
Hope I can survive. Radio reception in the sticks is rubbish.
Think I can. May even delve into the book collection. That would be great. Actually taking books to my Bournemouth weekend flat for reading curled up all cosy and posing with on a clifftop bench or to rest my head on lying on the beach is even more delish!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
That's it - I'm going to be single forever
O reckons a gal has to find 2 things she really loves and appreciates in a man and compromise on the rest.
V thinks if you find a man that can get up at a reasonable hour in the morning, actually wash, get dressed and go to work you are doing well.
If that's my options, I'd rather be single thank you!
Anyway I am no longer looking for the right man, I'm looking for the right penus
This would take explanation but I'll save that for the book ;-)
V thinks if you find a man that can get up at a reasonable hour in the morning, actually wash, get dressed and go to work you are doing well.
If that's my options, I'd rather be single thank you!
Anyway I am no longer looking for the right man, I'm looking for the right penus
This would take explanation but I'll save that for the book ;-)
Who needs two legs anyway?
I mean it would only happen to me. There I am in Waitrose with my heavy basket. Because you only ever mean to pick up 5 things but end up balancing the entire contents of an aisle in your basket dragging along the floor. And something is stuck to the bottom of my boot that I can't scrape off so suddenly having had enough of this I grab my leg to look at what's eating Gilbert Grape. Only my feet are far far away and I am not a gymnast, nor a ballerina, nor are my legs made of foam but you'd think it in the unladylike fashion I did it. And boy did it hurt.
One week later at a regular visit to the chiropractor she gets all concerned because one leg is longer and yes I managed to pull out my right leg. Now I know this it is like I am constantly aware that I am not balanced. Not a balanced individual? Yes definitely talking about Ms Zalewska there :-)
One week later at a regular visit to the chiropractor she gets all concerned because one leg is longer and yes I managed to pull out my right leg. Now I know this it is like I am constantly aware that I am not balanced. Not a balanced individual? Yes definitely talking about Ms Zalewska there :-)
Written 13 March - I know going topsy turvy order now
Just going to bed after a late one (now 4am) - ended up abandoning the birthday party crowd as they were mostly highly unsocialable snogging groping couples which made us (Steve and I) feel enormously depressed - even b'day boy had a new relationship and they were so all over eachother we had to wait for them to take breath so we could say bye bye, after we'd spotted we were across the street from Ronnie Scotts. In there we saw Anita Wardell (fanbloody tastic singing some beautiful songs I'd not heard before - wonderful and even apt lyrics to "Everything happens to me" and "You don't know me") and Curtis Fuller Sextet (just great - he's played with Miles, Dizzy, Billy Holiday - just all those to whom you bow and repeat after me "I'm not worthy") and we were stood next to Curtis Lacey who was one of those real characters whose laugh lit up the whole place. Then we managed to get a table.
After taking in some live jazz we discovered upstairs they have a great latino african night - the dancing nightclubbers were brilliant, really cosmopolitan crowd inc the pony tailed suited and booted twirling Colombian drug baron, plenty of room and not too hot and sweaty. Steve gasped he'd never be able to dance salsa like that so we fled walking back through the sights to Westminster where the car was parked. Of course we talked politics past parliament on the way there but in Covent Garden this was replaced with what would porn robots do, how would they dress, what would get their oil flowing etc?
Belgos food start of the evening was amazing like always (those monks sure can cook) but it was like being herded cattle - toooooo many people. London would be great if two thirds of the inhabitants would just piss off. Late lunch is the way to do it. Beforehand I bought some cool stuff as we were early and shops were still open in Covent Garden. This included 'Truth or Dare' cards which we played over dessert - so guess who gets their first dare as mooning the other players?
After that Vivien took us to a garlic vodka shots bar which was in a cellar with loud, too loud, death metal music and lots of Zeds with any number vying to be the gimp that night. Lots of skulls and what looked like horror film memorabilia. All this before Cafe Italia which had some great dance music to go with your cappucino but was so busy we stood outside in the cold while the lovebirds inside steamed up the place further.
Oh and I said the most stupid insensitive thing ever to Raffis husband I'd met for the first time. I asked him where he was from in N Ireland and when he said Lurgan (which I know and have been to, didn't like not least because a teenage girl barked at me like a dog because I looked Catholic but was in the Proddy end of the street) I said "Isn't that the place that was always getting flattened by the IRA?" Size 12 foot in mouth please. I apologised for sounding so horribly insensitive. Mental note: - activate all mental notes regularly and especially before opening gob!
My tummy is dodgy so feeling bit ughh but that started this am so can't blame the surf n turf. Lobster is my new thing. I ordered it to come with the starter which was a good plan because we did all finish the meal at the same time - I am a slow eater. God the M4 was so so empty it was real spooky driving back but that's 3am for you on a Saturday night.
Right make up off and hopefully stomach will be okay tomorrow for lunchtime adventures in Berkshire
p.s. have arranged to see a nice studio flat in centre of B'mouth next Sat - not sure why I did so but hey
After taking in some live jazz we discovered upstairs they have a great latino african night - the dancing nightclubbers were brilliant, really cosmopolitan crowd inc the pony tailed suited and booted twirling Colombian drug baron, plenty of room and not too hot and sweaty. Steve gasped he'd never be able to dance salsa like that so we fled walking back through the sights to Westminster where the car was parked. Of course we talked politics past parliament on the way there but in Covent Garden this was replaced with what would porn robots do, how would they dress, what would get their oil flowing etc?
Belgos food start of the evening was amazing like always (those monks sure can cook) but it was like being herded cattle - toooooo many people. London would be great if two thirds of the inhabitants would just piss off. Late lunch is the way to do it. Beforehand I bought some cool stuff as we were early and shops were still open in Covent Garden. This included 'Truth or Dare' cards which we played over dessert - so guess who gets their first dare as mooning the other players?
After that Vivien took us to a garlic vodka shots bar which was in a cellar with loud, too loud, death metal music and lots of Zeds with any number vying to be the gimp that night. Lots of skulls and what looked like horror film memorabilia. All this before Cafe Italia which had some great dance music to go with your cappucino but was so busy we stood outside in the cold while the lovebirds inside steamed up the place further.
Oh and I said the most stupid insensitive thing ever to Raffis husband I'd met for the first time. I asked him where he was from in N Ireland and when he said Lurgan (which I know and have been to, didn't like not least because a teenage girl barked at me like a dog because I looked Catholic but was in the Proddy end of the street) I said "Isn't that the place that was always getting flattened by the IRA?" Size 12 foot in mouth please. I apologised for sounding so horribly insensitive. Mental note: - activate all mental notes regularly and especially before opening gob!
My tummy is dodgy so feeling bit ughh but that started this am so can't blame the surf n turf. Lobster is my new thing. I ordered it to come with the starter which was a good plan because we did all finish the meal at the same time - I am a slow eater. God the M4 was so so empty it was real spooky driving back but that's 3am for you on a Saturday night.
Right make up off and hopefully stomach will be okay tomorrow for lunchtime adventures in Berkshire
p.s. have arranged to see a nice studio flat in centre of B'mouth next Sat - not sure why I did so but hey
Your bloody ray of sunshine age 32 going on 10
Last Tuesday afternoon my migraine lifted so I took myself to Wellington Park coz I can walk there without fear of being abducted by some weirdo etc. Nice grey day so only me and 2 anglers in the whole of this lakeside park. Wanted to walk there to have quiet, space and calm to decide what to do about where to live. If I lose my job (company downsizing with deep cuts) I won't be able to rent or buy because I won't have been in a job long enough or will be unemployed. Have been thinking of buying in Bournemouth too (so I can get a mortgage while still in a job and because I love it there) and wanted to have a clear head to figure out what I could afford as it looks like a big long slide down the salary scale for me if I go to live and work in Bournemouth and I don't want to have to fret over paying a big mortgage but of course want to live in an ok place so the park was the place to be to think it all over.
Was that the world's longest sentence?
Anyone would have thought I'd lost it or was back to being 10 years old. They have one of these wires you slide down on - a zipline ride. Usually you have to fight off kids to get on there but the whole place was empty so there I was Marta Zalewska person, disguised as a responsible adult, playing in the children's park and doing the wire as many times as I wanted. It occurred to me its like life. It's this fast thrilling ride and then all of a sudden you come to an obstacle which you hit hard and it sends you up in the air before hurtling backwards. I came off that thing laughing loads.
The next thing I did was go to the animal park but they only have birds there at the moment. I decided seeing these huge birds that I should confront my remaining bird phobia. They were Eastern European Owls called 'Bill and Ben' (crap name for such wonderful creatures) and I felt compelled to tell them I was also an Eastern European. And there I was talking to these two owls. Good job no-one was around. Walked round the lake - decided to buy a very very cheap one bedroom flat in Bournemouth (rent it out or do holiday letting while I work at X and long may that continue) if I can find one this Saturday (and I did - didn't post this for a while). Had a few more rides on the wire and went home having got my migraine back but feeling great all the same.
Definitely aged 32 going on 10.
Feeling bit low lately about work and roof over my head thing. Guess I need to look at it more positively. Getting quite freaked out by my operations (so soon now), hospitals, mortality and the fact that I may be helpless at home and mum can only take so much holiday. Back in my mind's eye standing on the moor miles from anywhere alone and in the grey drizzle. Need to think sunny thoughts. Yesterday it was so grey driving to work and I decided to overcome how grim it was with thoughts of sunny days driving by the sea in B'mouth and you know what - I made the sun come out. Yes, I'm sure that was all my doing.
Was that the world's longest sentence?
Anyone would have thought I'd lost it or was back to being 10 years old. They have one of these wires you slide down on - a zipline ride. Usually you have to fight off kids to get on there but the whole place was empty so there I was Marta Zalewska person, disguised as a responsible adult, playing in the children's park and doing the wire as many times as I wanted. It occurred to me its like life. It's this fast thrilling ride and then all of a sudden you come to an obstacle which you hit hard and it sends you up in the air before hurtling backwards. I came off that thing laughing loads.
The next thing I did was go to the animal park but they only have birds there at the moment. I decided seeing these huge birds that I should confront my remaining bird phobia. They were Eastern European Owls called 'Bill and Ben' (crap name for such wonderful creatures) and I felt compelled to tell them I was also an Eastern European. And there I was talking to these two owls. Good job no-one was around. Walked round the lake - decided to buy a very very cheap one bedroom flat in Bournemouth (rent it out or do holiday letting while I work at X and long may that continue) if I can find one this Saturday (and I did - didn't post this for a while). Had a few more rides on the wire and went home having got my migraine back but feeling great all the same.
Definitely aged 32 going on 10.
Feeling bit low lately about work and roof over my head thing. Guess I need to look at it more positively. Getting quite freaked out by my operations (so soon now), hospitals, mortality and the fact that I may be helpless at home and mum can only take so much holiday. Back in my mind's eye standing on the moor miles from anywhere alone and in the grey drizzle. Need to think sunny thoughts. Yesterday it was so grey driving to work and I decided to overcome how grim it was with thoughts of sunny days driving by the sea in B'mouth and you know what - I made the sun come out. Yes, I'm sure that was all my doing.
Holy cow - I'm a believer but not sanctimonious
Went to church Sunday morning of my own accord - first time in at least one, maybe two decades. Well it was Palm Sunday and I have been meaning to go since I had a spiritual 'experience' last November in a church in Granada, Spain. Happy clappy stuff Baptist style (much jollier than Polish Catholic which had hymns like something out of a requiem and made you miserable) but not sure I believe in Jesus, heaven, hell or the devil - yet something quite odd happened when I took Holy Communion.
Was a bit shocked by how keen they were to take me into the fold/recruit me. Not sure which breed of church is really my style or fits with my ideas. Was definitely sat in the best part of the congregation i.e. the corner with the greatest concentration of black Baptists who sang better, danced in the pews and really opened themselves and their palms up to worship. I definitely think worship should be joyful and I loved that the songs were uplifting and they had a band playing live to accompany us. The preacher was excellent, funny and very in line with life today.
Just don't know exactly what it is I believe in - an all mighty power of some sort yes, Jesus might have existed at least yes, believe every word in the bible - no, worship as we do now with rules and ramming the gospel down your throat, especially if you're Muslim, I don't like the idea of.
God is with me. I'm with the Woolwich.
Was a bit shocked by how keen they were to take me into the fold/recruit me. Not sure which breed of church is really my style or fits with my ideas. Was definitely sat in the best part of the congregation i.e. the corner with the greatest concentration of black Baptists who sang better, danced in the pews and really opened themselves and their palms up to worship. I definitely think worship should be joyful and I loved that the songs were uplifting and they had a band playing live to accompany us. The preacher was excellent, funny and very in line with life today.
Just don't know exactly what it is I believe in - an all mighty power of some sort yes, Jesus might have existed at least yes, believe every word in the bible - no, worship as we do now with rules and ramming the gospel down your throat, especially if you're Muslim, I don't like the idea of.
God is with me. I'm with the Woolwich.
Where did all the parents go?
I recently rewatched the Sex and the City (SATC) episode where Charlotte gets hitched the first time. Funniest Charlottism ever is 'your C U next Tuesday'. Funniest narrator line was "Charlotte had something old, something new, something borrowed, someone that Samantha blew!" That TV programme is so great for making you feel so good. Anyway this was the first time it hit me, with random guy taking Charlotte down the aisle, that none of these women have parents - not even a mention of them - no visiting them - nada. Sure you have other people's parents and families but never theirs. Or did I miss something? That's weird isn't it? Or is it weird I never noticed until now and took it as nothing unusual.
I stand corrected. Philip, official MasterMind subject SATC, said Miranda has her mum die in the series.
Still I think it very odd that parents are so non-existant.
I stand corrected. Philip, official MasterMind subject SATC, said Miranda has her mum die in the series.
Still I think it very odd that parents are so non-existant.
Have I lost the blogger buzz?
Well I have certainly lost the buzz lately. There is both good and bad in my life but sometimes there's too much rain falling into mine and it gets you a little down.
On the up:
On the downside:
On the up:
- Mallorca on millionaire's yacht (friend of a friend) for Easter weekend
- Buying a one bed attic flat in Bournemouth 10 mins walk through a park to the cliff top
- Gorgeous sunny weather we've been having in the UK - got to 20 degrees last Saturday
- Applying for a new job within the same company which will hopefully get me out of the boring IT pit and allow me to get my teeth into new problems
- Haven't had any problems for a while that precipitated the need for my ops
On the downside:
- Heart op next week and tother biggy 20 April - going to need assistance while convalescing
- 30% chance of redundancy but won't know for ages
- Fell out big time with a friend and not sure it is repairable 100%
- Seems like everyone around me is having a tough time of it
- Just watched the SATC episode of Carrie turning 35, lonely and downbeat on not having a soulmate - I'm 2 years behind and feel a bit like that too right now
Monday, March 07, 2005
Best compliment
Steve from work was trying to tell his friend about this girl he knows called Marta. He was unable to find words to describe me. I love that I defy description.
That's not quite true as not one, but three people (so called friends) said that Dory the blue fish in Finding Nemo that speaks whale and has memory issues reminded them of me. I watched the film - forced myself to do 20 minutes as it was very boring - and I'm not sure. I talk a lot apparently. Recently I've felt more quiet - perhaps because I have found people more verbose than myself.
Having seen the film I then had the worst weekend for memory with my friend Phil who said i was worse than his dad after his stroke. I have now refused to see anyone until I am back to being a super being with the razor sharp intellect of what's that thingy called
That's not quite true as not one, but three people (so called friends) said that Dory the blue fish in Finding Nemo that speaks whale and has memory issues reminded them of me. I watched the film - forced myself to do 20 minutes as it was very boring - and I'm not sure. I talk a lot apparently. Recently I've felt more quiet - perhaps because I have found people more verbose than myself.
Having seen the film I then had the worst weekend for memory with my friend Phil who said i was worse than his dad after his stroke. I have now refused to see anyone until I am back to being a super being with the razor sharp intellect of what's that thingy called
Ooh - that's tasty. Reminds me of church
Getting those midnight munchies and usual feast of farley's rusks with warm soya milk is a whole staircase and hallway away so reached out for nearest thing - holy wafers sent to me last xmas. Is that terrible? Perhaps I should start praying I don't lose my job right now. I should feel bad, guilty even, but I don't. That's why I'm a recovered Catholic.
I do believe in God or something like that but not in rules or intemediaries or heaven or hell
Good girls go to heaven - bad girls go everywhere
And when I'm dead that's what I want to be - dead: feel nothing and know nothing. This world can be considered heaven or hell. Why prolong it? I think I'd get bored living forever. Looking forward to a nice long peaceful dreamless rest. Not now though. Too much to do - for instance:
I do believe in God or something like that but not in rules or intemediaries or heaven or hell
Good girls go to heaven - bad girls go everywhere
And when I'm dead that's what I want to be - dead: feel nothing and know nothing. This world can be considered heaven or hell. Why prolong it? I think I'd get bored living forever. Looking forward to a nice long peaceful dreamless rest. Not now though. Too much to do - for instance:
- Make a Euro pop hit
- Have an exhibition of my photos
- Run a retreat somewhere beautiful and sunny
- Write the next Shrek movie and the next Bridget Jones Diary
- Run a night club that bans fat girls in white dresses
- Streak through the vatican singing "I'm a little pixie"
Where the fuck am I living?
Sign seen on way to work today:
"Sandpit Lane will be closed between Bunglers Hill and Nutbean Lane."
I do have bunnies skipping over molehills in the garden so the arrival of the Teletubbies themselves can only be imminent.
"Sandpit Lane will be closed between Bunglers Hill and Nutbean Lane."
I do have bunnies skipping over molehills in the garden so the arrival of the Teletubbies themselves can only be imminent.
A girl with a winky is a boy
Mum never fails to amaze me
1) She for the first time in 60 years has savings and then lends all of them to a nurse with a tall tale leaving the country but meant to come back and cash in some insurance policy to pay her back - yeah yeah yeah. I pray it happens but mum is too good for her own good. So I chastise her saying not to lend what she can't afford to give, especially as she has to replace the heating in her house soon.
2) She says she's going to have a new son-in-law soon. I wonder if she's arranging a marriage for me given I've decided to extend my 6 month period of being single to 5 years but no, she's talking about the cat like that's reassuring. She says this fluffy cat keeps coming around calling her cat. "I was outside in the garden and she (mum's cat) was following me. I saw her spray the wall and the other cat the fluffy tabby was meowing." Oh dear - I explained that her-spray was infact his-spray and her little female cat was in fact a dirty wall splattering Tom plus the one wailing outside was a her on heat.
Blackadder: "Lord be praised - a girl without a winkle. Then Thomas Cromwell pointed out that a girl without a winky is a boy"
3) The final joy in our telcon was me explaining my adoption thing (teenage girl/s from Poland) in defense of Mum's advice not to take on children because they'd be hassle and restricting. I tried to reason the importance and purpose in life of giving love, stability, security and a good life to someone who needs it and craves being part of a family. Her response was "Then why don't you build a granny annex and just adopt me?"
She must be the only woman who doesn't hamper for grandchildren - even complains when her partner's grandchildren stay for fear they'll break her best china and crystals. She brought me up with the mantra "Never get married. Never have children." yet is the kindest most generous most loving mother most have ever encountered.
Anyway I recently learnt that your giving birth is often like what your mother experienced. So I asked mum in thinking about adoption as a a single mother (given up on the idea of men - having a relationship would only be like taking on another responsibility in life and may as well be on my own - well unless I find someone capable of a contribution that somehow matches mine and by then I'd be too old to be a natural mother anyway) what her experience was like. "Well with Mark it was harder as he was the first. It was 10 hours of labour and enough to want to commit suicide. And he was one big baby". He still is. She also suffered toximia. Yes adoption then.
1) She for the first time in 60 years has savings and then lends all of them to a nurse with a tall tale leaving the country but meant to come back and cash in some insurance policy to pay her back - yeah yeah yeah. I pray it happens but mum is too good for her own good. So I chastise her saying not to lend what she can't afford to give, especially as she has to replace the heating in her house soon.
2) She says she's going to have a new son-in-law soon. I wonder if she's arranging a marriage for me given I've decided to extend my 6 month period of being single to 5 years but no, she's talking about the cat like that's reassuring. She says this fluffy cat keeps coming around calling her cat. "I was outside in the garden and she (mum's cat) was following me. I saw her spray the wall and the other cat the fluffy tabby was meowing." Oh dear - I explained that her-spray was infact his-spray and her little female cat was in fact a dirty wall splattering Tom plus the one wailing outside was a her on heat.
Blackadder: "Lord be praised - a girl without a winkle. Then Thomas Cromwell pointed out that a girl without a winky is a boy"
3) The final joy in our telcon was me explaining my adoption thing (teenage girl/s from Poland) in defense of Mum's advice not to take on children because they'd be hassle and restricting. I tried to reason the importance and purpose in life of giving love, stability, security and a good life to someone who needs it and craves being part of a family. Her response was "Then why don't you build a granny annex and just adopt me?"
She must be the only woman who doesn't hamper for grandchildren - even complains when her partner's grandchildren stay for fear they'll break her best china and crystals. She brought me up with the mantra "Never get married. Never have children." yet is the kindest most generous most loving mother most have ever encountered.
Anyway I recently learnt that your giving birth is often like what your mother experienced. So I asked mum in thinking about adoption as a a single mother (given up on the idea of men - having a relationship would only be like taking on another responsibility in life and may as well be on my own - well unless I find someone capable of a contribution that somehow matches mine and by then I'd be too old to be a natural mother anyway) what her experience was like. "Well with Mark it was harder as he was the first. It was 10 hours of labour and enough to want to commit suicide. And he was one big baby". He still is. She also suffered toximia. Yes adoption then.
She's back and mad busy
Cuba was wonderful and really pleased with photos from the lovely Havana. Varadero was nice too but was as sick as a dog. Will post with words sometime this month hopefully. Have come back to be working hard, determined and discplined at the office. Not often that happens after a holiday.
Work is very busy, longer hours than usual and the redundancy axe is heading somewhere near me any moment now. Still I'm mostly happy as a lark except for the PMT day where I had a housemate hoo hah about clearing up after the pre-theatre dinner I cooked. Alchemist at the theatre was superb by the way except I was the only one of the 10 strong group I organised who stood to clap while they cowered "but we're English, we don't do that". Oksana, the Saturday prior, actually got on stage at the Barbican to give flowers to the conductor (world's number 4) of the Kiev Opera. Must be a cultured East European thing - yes we know how to do appreciation. Anyway back to PMT - my poor boss was trying to dictate some words to me to add to my presentation I was preparing to give to senior managers and I defiantly complained that if I put those words in, they'd be snoring into their laptops. I only realised while whirling round my kitchen in the evening and putting myself in check for being OTT in exclaiming "Which complete fucking idiot left this here?" (me probably) how rude I'd been. I apologised the next day but he said I'd not been any different to normal. What does that say?!
Work is very busy, longer hours than usual and the redundancy axe is heading somewhere near me any moment now. Still I'm mostly happy as a lark except for the PMT day where I had a housemate hoo hah about clearing up after the pre-theatre dinner I cooked. Alchemist at the theatre was superb by the way except I was the only one of the 10 strong group I organised who stood to clap while they cowered "but we're English, we don't do that". Oksana, the Saturday prior, actually got on stage at the Barbican to give flowers to the conductor (world's number 4) of the Kiev Opera. Must be a cultured East European thing - yes we know how to do appreciation. Anyway back to PMT - my poor boss was trying to dictate some words to me to add to my presentation I was preparing to give to senior managers and I defiantly complained that if I put those words in, they'd be snoring into their laptops. I only realised while whirling round my kitchen in the evening and putting myself in check for being OTT in exclaiming "Which complete fucking idiot left this here?" (me probably) how rude I'd been. I apologised the next day but he said I'd not been any different to normal. What does that say?!
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