9th December 2010

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Interesting day yesterday. Took the Christmas parcels to the Post Office – not the local sub-post office, can’t be bothered to stand for an hour in a queue, particularly with my back so wonky. So took myself off to the main Post Office which isn’t far away in the car.
Post Office is full of slightly strange people. The queue wasn’t too bad, and there are always at least three people serving, so it moves quite quickly too. But, and here’s the thing, I am always, always approached by an odd person. Today it was a man behind me who was grumbling loudly about one of the (admittedly peculiar) customers who was chatting very loudly, and saying the same thing over and over again, at one of the tills. When I pointedly ignored him, he asked me what “that over there” was about. Well, it was an advertisement for American Express cheques – of no possible interest to this guy at all. He just wanted to make me respond. So I did. Three words. American Express Cheques. Am I a horrible person? anyway, when this guy got to the till, he started talking nineteen to the dozen as well! Jeez!
Then into the local supermarket, Morrisons, which was quite busy but could have been worse. Got some bits and bobs and when I got to the till, a very pretty young girl was serving, but my goodness me she must either been having a terrible day, or always has a face like a bosted boot. The customer in front of me opened the safety barrier, which says on it, in big letters, DO NOT TOUCH, ALARMED. So the alarm went off, which ticked everybody off, as it has to be manually reset, and the staff were busy enough. Then he said to this girl “Cheer up, it might never happen”. Bad move. Big mistake. She snapped “I’m FINE” and carried on. So when it was my turn I decided against telling her what lovely eyes she has (she does, but way too personal, particularly considering her mood), and just smiled and pretended she wasn’t being horribly rude. When I held out my debit card to pay her, she just pointed, wordlessly, at the little machine thingamajig you have to put it in. Oh jeez. But it’s not the nicest job in the world. On the other hand, younger daughter (henceforth referred to as YD) used to work at the checkouts in Tescos, and whatever sort of day she’d had, she put on her “happy face” at work. Same with elder daughter (ED), who used to work in Bodyshop (not to be confused with The Body Shop).
Then off to see my friend Sylvia who teaches machine knitting. I remembered when I was practically at her house that I’d left her Christmas present at home. Damn and blast! But I was able to post it, without having to go back to the Post Office. Thank goodness. Had a lovely cup of tea and a chat, then home for lunch and a sleep.
In the evening I went to a Jamie @ Home (Jamie Oliver – celeb chef) party. It’s a new range he’s doing, pricey but good quality and only available through the parties. Of course. Ordered a terracotta casserole dish for Vic (who does all the cooking) and a trio of little bowls for me for when I get ingredients ready when I’m baking. Lovely.
My back was absolutely awful all day, staggering around like Quasimodo. 100mg Tramadol, bed (lovely hubby had put on the electric blanket, so it was fabulously warm), slept all night tll 10.30 am, and it’s better today. Not excellent, exactly, but Paracetamol are doing the job, thank goodness, and I’m able to walk about a bit better.
Loads of ironing to do. 12 tops and 4 pairs of trousers. Am working up to it.
Not so cold today, must check the poor old plants in the cold frame and see if they need watering as it’s actually made it above freezing.

7th December 2010

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Tom & Vic
Had a lovely meal at the Indian restaurant, really nice.
The weather is extremely cold – I can’t remember the last time it reached as high as 0°C in the day, and this morning it was -10°C first thing. Cold or what.
I am sleeping a lot. I could, if there was a sleeping competition, sleep for England. Today I woke at 1 pm, yesterday I woke at 12 pm. And I go to bed each night at about 10 pm, read for about half an hour, sometimes less, and so that’s a lot of sleep. Tomorrow I’m going to post the parcels and pop in for a cuppa at my friend’s house, so I shall have to set the alarm, otherwise it just won’t happen.
Upgraded Ubuntu to 10.10 yesterday – and have managed to get the networking operational. Hooray! Have also ordered a new external hard drive specifically for the music server, and will set it to back up automatically, and incrementally, so that it’s less of a major task.
Am also investigating on-line back up, so that there’s an off-site copy, as well. Almost decided, not quite. Interesting and exciting though.
Well. That’s about it for now. Not too much going on – although I’m not awake for long enough for much to happen, really, I suppose.

4th December 2010

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Well, we didn’t make it to Brighton. The weather meant it was just too risky to travel. What a damn shame though. We’ll see most of the family over Christmas, but just not this particular little one. Maybe we’ll get to see him in the New Year one way or another.
The temperature has actually risen to above freezing today, it’s 4°C. I didn’t think I’d ever think “it’s warmed up” at just above zero, but there you go. Every day’s a school day.
This morning I cleaned our en-suite. Sounds easy, put like that, but what with the M.E. and the wonky back/feet/knees, it’s a bit of a job. The shower is a corner one with curved, overlapping glass doors, which looked lovely in the showroom and does make the en-suite look bigger, but it’s an absolute b*st*rd to clean. When I was younger (and foolish?) I cleaned the bathroom every single week, and whoever had a bath had to wipe it down afterwards. Now the en-suite gets a cursory wipe and some bleach thrown down the loo once a week, and when I just can’t stand it any more it gets a really good clean. Like this morning. I always end up drenched, both in sweat and shower water, because I’m clumsy and manage to spray myself as well as the actual shower basin. Ah well. It’s clean now. p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
Then of course I need a shower – fortunately I am able to use the one in the main bathroom . . .

Have been doing some baking. Made the posh Bakewell tart – now in the freezer, the trifle base, and the bread rolls, mostly eaten now. Delish. Tomorrow pm am planning to make the first batch of mince pies (shop bought dairy free Jusrol frozen pastry, shop bought mincemeat!) which always go down well at this time of year. Can’t wait, to be honest. Am a bit of a pig when it comes to sweet things. No self-control, really.
Horrid, horrid weather. Cold and drizzly. But the snow’s disappearing. Spoke to my French penfriend’s husband today, and they have no snow! At all! Although there’s plenty elsewhere in France.
Wrote to said French penfriend – takes a while because of the nature of it, and I like to check it over. There are always some corrections, though. But I think I’m improving. It’s nice to phone them from time to time just to make sure I can still speak the language, rather than just read and write it.
Noticed that there were 15 views of the blog last night! A record! Amazing. But why??
Well, I’d better go now. Need to put a bit of slap on as we’re out for a curry tonight at a local Indian restaurant.