Yes, it's Friday, thank god and all his little angels. It's been a long week. Long. It started off badly, on Monday, when they made the announcements about how the organisation review is going to go down. Shan't bore you with the details, but it wasn't a fun day. Things did pick up on Monday evening - forced myself to do some yoga - and here's the thing - that stuff actually works. Felt loads better after that - was breathing easier and everything. Then - that's right: Tuesday. Tuesday didn't bring any joy either, but then I had my Bollywood dance class. That's right, you heard me: Bollywood dance. I'm a total convert to this now - absolutely LOVE it. In the words of Nicole Kidman in the world's most annoying advert: 'I'm a darrncer. I loooooove to dance!'. Then, of course, Wednesday came around - honestly, there's no orginality with the days of the week - same old, same old, all year round. Wednesday was just long, to be honest - work is horrrreeeebeeelay at the moment, and Weds was full of it. Things picked up in the evening - well, I say picked up, they slowed down actually, so that I could consume a bottle of red wine to myself. I blame the person who shall remain nameless (female flatmate), who insisted on drinking white wine and forced me to consume all the red.
Then, came Thursday, and you know, the end was in sight then, so it was a better day. And as you know, today was Friday, and somehow, despite all the frickin work I had to do today, I got through it, and even braved a quick, and, once I got there, I realised, totally unnecessary trip to Oxford St. (Could've gone to the House of Fraser on Victoria St - wtf was I thinking?). Anyways - made my purchases, and it was over. And now, Friday is nearly over, and two glorious days lie ahead, days when I don't have to go into the office.
Right - will start enjoying the weekend now - if it's good, I'll be sure to let you know.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
One of these days
Am actually going to update this thing regularly. So the latest:
I have just booked my holiday to Antibes! Not going until September, but that's ok, because I am booked to do a refresher French course for 10 weeks in April. Looking forward to this, as I am hoping that all the French I learned all those years ago is still locked in my brain somewhere. When I look back to the work I had to do for the A Level - write essays on French government, in French, for example, and speak knowledgeably on the plight of underpaid nurses (we had a rather politicized French teacher; she used to get very frustrated with us, a bunch of rather apathetic teens in Lancashire, who would look at her blankly while she would ask us with a note of incredulity in her voice 'Don't you care? About ze nurses? About what ze poleeeticians are doo-ing? Don't you care?'* - some of us did care, but would have been hard-pressed to express our views in French), and now, I can just about remember how to tell you my name, and ask for yours, book a room in a hotel and other such basics, and probably do all of that in slighlty Italian-accented French, well, you get the picture.
In other news, appear to have been struck down by yet another head cold. This is all my fault for congratulating myself on not getting any colds all of last year. I regularly take vitamin C with zinc, and had somehow convinced myself that this was acting as a talismanic protection against ever getting another cold, and feeling smug about my clearly superior immune system. I also blame all those disgusting people on public transport who don't cover their mouths when they cough, and who insist on dragging themselves into work and sharing their germs around rather than staying home and getting better. Anyway, am all dosed up with vitamin C (not ready to turn my back on it just yet), some vile-tasting cough medicine (the viler it tastes, the more effective it must be, no?), and a near lethal amount of paracetamol. Unfortunately, I appear to have what can mildly be described as a massive allergic reaction to the vile-tasting, triple-strength cough medicine. I have a lovely rash all over my neck, a small patch of redness on my chin and just below my nose, and it is spreading all over the torso area. Have attempted to remedy this with a variety of antihistamines - nothing doing so far. Am supposed to be going out this evening, but I shan't be going out of doors if I look like I have the lurgi.
That's probably enough of an update for now. I will post more when I have had a think about what I would like to do with this blog next...
*apologies for the shameless stereotyping of Dominique's accent - but how else was I going to get across that she was French, without me telling you? Eh?
I have just booked my holiday to Antibes! Not going until September, but that's ok, because I am booked to do a refresher French course for 10 weeks in April. Looking forward to this, as I am hoping that all the French I learned all those years ago is still locked in my brain somewhere. When I look back to the work I had to do for the A Level - write essays on French government, in French, for example, and speak knowledgeably on the plight of underpaid nurses (we had a rather politicized French teacher; she used to get very frustrated with us, a bunch of rather apathetic teens in Lancashire, who would look at her blankly while she would ask us with a note of incredulity in her voice 'Don't you care? About ze nurses? About what ze poleeeticians are doo-ing? Don't you care?'* - some of us did care, but would have been hard-pressed to express our views in French), and now, I can just about remember how to tell you my name, and ask for yours, book a room in a hotel and other such basics, and probably do all of that in slighlty Italian-accented French, well, you get the picture.
In other news, appear to have been struck down by yet another head cold. This is all my fault for congratulating myself on not getting any colds all of last year. I regularly take vitamin C with zinc, and had somehow convinced myself that this was acting as a talismanic protection against ever getting another cold, and feeling smug about my clearly superior immune system. I also blame all those disgusting people on public transport who don't cover their mouths when they cough, and who insist on dragging themselves into work and sharing their germs around rather than staying home and getting better. Anyway, am all dosed up with vitamin C (not ready to turn my back on it just yet), some vile-tasting cough medicine (the viler it tastes, the more effective it must be, no?), and a near lethal amount of paracetamol. Unfortunately, I appear to have what can mildly be described as a massive allergic reaction to the vile-tasting, triple-strength cough medicine. I have a lovely rash all over my neck, a small patch of redness on my chin and just below my nose, and it is spreading all over the torso area. Have attempted to remedy this with a variety of antihistamines - nothing doing so far. Am supposed to be going out this evening, but I shan't be going out of doors if I look like I have the lurgi.
That's probably enough of an update for now. I will post more when I have had a think about what I would like to do with this blog next...
*apologies for the shameless stereotyping of Dominique's accent - but how else was I going to get across that she was French, without me telling you? Eh?
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