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This doesn’t really bode well at all. When I woke up this morning – after the ritual yawn and the obligatory hour sitting around muttering OGodOGodOGodOGod (the closest I’m likely to come to a prayer most of the time) I thought to myself about all the bits and pieces I need to do in the office this week. I had a plan.

Now I’m here, I just want to go to sleep. I’m on my second cup of coffee and I have been here a mere 55 minutes.

Part of the problem, I think, is that I didn’t get my thunderstorm last night. I was looking forward to it and it never came. The telltale pressure behind the eyes wasn’t so telltale after all (maybe I should invest in a pine cone) and probably had more to do with blood pressure and/or dehydration than it did the weather. Thinking back on it, I should have known. My dodgy ankle didn’t give me gyp in the way it usually does just before a good storm, but I was so looking forward to a good downpour and CGI quality lightning that I let that wash over me.

I don’t know what today holds weather wise, but I hope that any potential storms will hold off until I’ve got home this evening so that I can enjoy them properly. They are wasted at work while I am in an air conditioned cocoon.

This coming lunchtime I must away to the bank and cash a couple of cheques that are now perilously close to their expiration dates. I am lazy, but I am not rich, so although I can effortlessly hold off cashing them for three months, I cannot afford to maintain that level of laxity. This will take me past The Army and Navy on Victoria Street, so I shall pop in there and investigate the price of England shirts – all previous attempts to make that purchase having been thwarted by a combination of poor luck, bad planning and general incompetence.

I am going to go and have a smoke now and then I suppose I ought to at least attempt to do what I am supposed to be here for.

Games night tonight, though. Clear off home early. Fantastic.

I wonder when they will start noticing that I am going home early twice a week for the same games night…?

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Date: 2006-06-05 10:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mathcathy
my day feels a bit like that
should have stayed in bed - PhD says I can - wanting to finish one day says I can't
been here two hours and had a few nice conversations and a satsuma
done no work
don't want to do any
could go home again

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Date: 2006-06-05 10:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ellefurtle.livejournal.com
I completely understand. I had to get out and drive to Tesco for useful things when I realised I was on my 3rd coffee in 1.5 hrs to no avail. Driving always cheers me up - unless it is annoying driving, that is.
Am contemplating a 4th coffee...this is rarely wise.

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Date: 2006-06-05 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fencingsculptor.livejournal.com
Oh Dear me.
All that expensive meteorological equipment and telly visual totty all the BBC really needed to do was arrange a hot line to Bryan's dodgy ankle.

Is there a 'jip-ometer' which translates proportionately to Beaufort scale measurements?


"….And now we go over to Athenaeum Club for a 24 hour weather outlook with Bryan's Dodgy Ankle……"

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