I’m glad to be seeing the back of 2009. Seems to me like its been nothing but trouble right from the outset. Mind you, I suppose there have been some good bits, working with Mac, losing weight, doing the Race For Life. It hasn’t all been bad. Continue reading
So that was Christmas and now it’s back to the Mad House. It wasn’t the most welcome sight I’ve ever seen, looming over me as I marched purposefully through the war zone. In fact my stomach tightened at the very thought of the phones. Continue reading
Boxing day, the day when, traditionally, we go to visit Commando Senior and Grandma. Grandma was sitting knitting when we arrived and Commando Senior was in his office, a little shed by the side of the house. Eventually everyone was in the same room with cups of coffee and the present opening began. Grandma seemed pleased with the sleep set we got her, lavender bed spray and bath stuff, a silky eye mask and chamomile tea bags. She suffers with insomnia so hopefully it will help. Commando Senior liked his chocolates, although Grandma was a bit miffed because she can’t have any due to her diabetes.
Mini Commando got another of those shoot em up games, methinks someone told them what to get. Then it was time for us to open our present. As soon as I saw it I had a good idea what it was. Guess what, Commando Senior and Grandma bought us a big tin of Quality Street! Grr.
Mac came round yesterday evening with Commando’s present. We had the traditional Christmas Eve buffet all laid out so he stayed for a seasonal drink and a bite to eat. Mac is never one to turn down a free feed although he did moan that there was no cake? Honestly, there’s no satisfying some people, there were cocktail sausages, mini quiches, Doritos and dips, bread sticks, chicken wings, mini pizzas, nuts, melon balls, cookies, mince pies and lots more. We even had mulled wine. Continue reading
The morning crawled by. The snow has gone along with the ice and everyone was back at their desks.
Well, almost everyone, Billy didn’t turn up.
“That boy is skating on thin ice,” Masher said. “He’s phoned in sick again. Says he slipped on the ice.”
“How many times has he been off now?” Gunbir asked.
“Three in the last three months,” said Masher. “He’ll be on a stage three when he comes back after Christmas.” Continue reading
This morning there were even fewer busses and even more snow. Well, actually it was the same snow but it had been covered by a thick layer of ice over night. Apparently there had been freezing rain as well and the temperature dropped to minus ten overnight. On TV they were telling people not to make any unnecessary journeys. I did wonder whether going to work constituted a necessary journey but I went anyway. Continue reading
Thank goodness I got the rest of my Christmas Shopping out of the way on Friday and Saturday. This morning the outside world is a sheet of ice. I’m not known for my sure footedness at the best of times so I was pretty glad I didn’t have to go outside and walk to the bus stop in it. Continue reading
Christmas is as done as its going to be. No doubt I’ve forgotten something but whatever it is we’re going to have to do without it now. Mini Commando was a little peeved that I didn’t buy a tin of sweets like I normally do. You know the ones, the huge round tins filled with toffees and chocolates all wrapped in colourful foil. He didn’t care if they were Roses or Quality Street, he said. “But Christmas isn’t Christmas without sweets.” Continue reading
Disappointingly, the snow has almost melted. I suppose if I had to go to work in it I’d be glad but, as I’ve still got three days off I’d have quite liked it to hang around for a bit. Still, driving to town with Mac was probably less fraught. His driving scares me at the best of times, we might not have made it there and back in one piece if the roads were snowy. Continue reading
For the first time since I’ve been doing this four day week malarkey I didn’t spend the whole day half asleep. Of course there wasn’t much choice about it because I really had to do some Christmas shopping. One present does not a Christmas make. Continue reading