It's very interesting how the tags used on some of these entries determine how many hits I get.
Maybe some people tag things with eccentirc words just to get more hits?
Surely that's not how it works…
Twelfth wedding anniversary this weekend, and we arranged a beautiful day out at Highcliffe Castle in the sunshine. Had an hour on the beach at the bottom of the (re-surfaced and now very boring) ZigZag Path and then walked back via (the newly opened) Steamer Point Nature Reserve to the tearooms for lunch.
Late lunch - nearly 2pm, but at least the kids ate things!!
Trx bought me a fascinating book I was browsing in Ottakars the other day called Conversations with God which I look forward to reading, and for her present I framed a lovely picture of Nora from the set MS took on a CD he delivered to me last weekend.
Unfortunately, as soon as we started for home in the car LC threw up everywhere! One of those random things that she does every once in a while,a nd she then promptly fell asleep and slpet soundly all the way home - where she threw up again half a dozen times through the evening.
Poor little mite - she looks so tiny and helpless wrapped up in a duvet on the settee all white with big red rings round her eyes.
Thank God though that it seems to have been a one-off and she has eaten voraciously all day today and no-one else has shown the slightest sign of any ill effects.
I don't do sick though - everything else I'm fine about but this is one of those children things that I'm afraid I just can't deal with.
Just come into the office to try and keep a handle on the packing up and make sure the place is relatively clean and ordered so that Jo and Ian can get to their desks tomorrow morning.
This is difficult now that D is living out of the office since (finally…) splitting up with his girlfriend last weekend. Not entirely out of the blue since he explained a week or three ago that they were giving it another go, but this was definitley going to be her last chance, he couldn't be bothered anymore with the same issues over and over again etc etc.
She clearly did try, but how difficlut must it be to have to force ways and moods and attitudes upon yourself in order to keep in a relationship. And of course and soon as she slipped back to being her normal self, she was dumped.
Borrowed time doesn't last for long, but I have never really had the highest regard for their relationship anyway.
Perhaps I'm a little cynical, and of course I don't wish unhappiness upon anyone, but the lack of respect he seemed to have for her at times was quite remarkable and painful to witness.
But in the last year she has sold her flat, given up her job and moved down to a strange city where she didn't know anyone except 'his' friends. That's commitment I suppose - albeit one-sided to an outside observer. It was always going to be hard for her and now even harder. She has nothing about her whatsoever either, talk about a wet fish (which is why they worked for four years I suppose, with him calling all the shots) and will find sorting her own life out quite a challenge having handed the reigns over.
It's all very sad, and he's been understandably down the last few days.
I do hope it isn't being related to all our clients as part of the sales pitch as happened with Nora's arrival.
That really makes me quite cross and is hard to listen to.
But I'm convinced that living out of this tiny room is NOT best solution - especially when it's left with shoes and clothes and boxes of 'things' over other people's desks. But it may be all he has for a while as he starts to move stuff to a friend's about 10 miles away, so as long as there's some room to move it will ahve to do for the next couple of weeks.
Turn off your mind
Relax and float downstream