Good Times

Yeah, I’m feeling better. So I have to move (AGAIN), that’s ok, right? It will all go swimmingly, I am sure. Whatever. I got paid, and that usually improves my mood tenfold, so there we are.

Plus, it has been gloriously sunny these past few days, which has just been fabulous - as long as I discount the fact that all of my new supposedly comfy sandals have repeatedly rubbed the skin off my feet (may be scarred for life, physically and emotionally - I trusted these shoes and paid good money for them, sigh).

Went to the theatre last night to see Boeing Boeing - it was absolutely brilliant! It is running until October - see it if you can - it is the funniest thing I have seen for ages. Mark Rylance and Michelle Gomez steal the show a bit, but everyone is fantastic in it. I went with Naomi, Jenny, A-M and Carly and we were all shaking and crying with laughter. And things get better: it is the Bank Holiday weekend. Joy of joy - three whole days. Oh man, aren’t we all such sad little wage slaves that the thought of three days to ourselves sends us into paroxysms of ecstasy? Maybe not really. Maybe I just wanted to use the word ‘paroxysms’.
But the very thought of three days of lie-ins does send me into realms of utter bliss.

I am looking forward to this ridiculously short ‘holiday’ - but I do hate the accompanying pressure that comes with it. You’ve got this sanctioned time off - you feel obliged to ‘do things’. All week, everyone has asked me what I am doing for the bank hol. As if it is a three-week break rather than three days. They all seem very disappointed, and not a little jealous, when I reply ‘Nothing really, I just plan on relaxing and taking it easy.’ They then launch into long-winded details about their ‘plans’: Camping in Cornwall -heh, if the journey to Cornwall doesn’t finish you off, may I point out the forecast for the weekend, which is mostly rain; a trip to Birmingham - well, can’t say it has ever been my first choice as a mini-break destination, but each to their own; Wedding dress shopping - oh sod off will you and stop showing off; doing the DIY - make sure you have big fun then. As far as I am concerned, taking it easy is what weekends, and especially Bank Holiday weekends, were invented for. The awful thing is, even though I feel like my ‘nothing really’ response is perfectly adequate, after they reel off their carefully orchestrated agendas I hear myself embroidering my plans with imaginary details, just so I don’t feel left out.

I will not submit though. I am doing NOTHING this week and that’s that.
...well, I might go to an exhibition, or um, the cinema or something, I’ll see how I feel.

Still here

Bit stressed, but I'm still here - just genuinely busy with work and unable to post from my work PC. So weird to be busy with work and not mind. Well, not too much anyway. I've been at the new place for about 2 months now, but I think I am settling in alright because it feels like a lot longer. The work load is a bit overwhelming, but we just got a new administrator, who will hopefully provide some support. I do have trouble delegating though - anyone else? It's an awful control-freak thing, I think - I won't know everything is being done right unless I do it all myself! Have got to learn to let go, and spend more time chatting. Wonder if I could make that one of my official objectives?

Everything is in flux again - I am beginning to suspect that life always is. I am moving house again, in a couple of months, and I feel tired just thinking about it. But it is late, so maybe I am just tired anyway...

The time has come...

...the walrus said, to talk of many things, of shoes, and ships, and sealing-wax,
Of cabbages and kings, And why the sea is boiling hot,
And whether pigs have wings.

I've always loved those lines. I don't have the time to blog about much else today, but those lines have been stuck in my head for a couple of days, so I thought I would write them here. Although I am short on time today, I do actually have plenty to say (read: complain about), so tune in again tomorrow.