Monday, December 13th, 2004

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Monday, December 13th, 2004 12:28 am
caddyman: (Chrimble)
It's a bit narking.

I was hoping that my Lord of the Rings box set would arrive this weekend, but it hasn't. Drat, drat and thrice drat. In fact, though the website said it had been posted several days ago, the email only arrived Saturday. Allow me a further drat for good measure.

I spent the weekend in Foxton, and most of the afternoon trying desperately (and failing) not to doze off in front of the telly while the footy was on. Typically, I don't feel as tired now. Nonetheless, I shall be off for some shut-eye very shortly as I need to get up a bit earlier than usual tomorrow for work.

Grumble.

Still, it's my last week in the office until 4 January, so I can't complain, I suppose. Well I can, but it won't get me anywhere.

I suppose a couple of evenings this weekend, I should start sorting stuff out to throw away before the move. I really rather wish I could just click my fingers and have it done. But then I wouldn't have to move if I could do that, would I?

Ho hum.

(no subject)

Monday, December 13th, 2004 12:28 am
caddyman: (Chrimble)
It's a bit narking.

I was hoping that my Lord of the Rings box set would arrive this weekend, but it hasn't. Drat, drat and thrice drat. In fact, though the website said it had been posted several days ago, the email only arrived Saturday. Allow me a further drat for good measure.

I spent the weekend in Foxton, and most of the afternoon trying desperately (and failing) not to doze off in front of the telly while the footy was on. Typically, I don't feel as tired now. Nonetheless, I shall be off for some shut-eye very shortly as I need to get up a bit earlier than usual tomorrow for work.

Grumble.

Still, it's my last week in the office until 4 January, so I can't complain, I suppose. Well I can, but it won't get me anywhere.

I suppose a couple of evenings this weekend, I should start sorting stuff out to throw away before the move. I really rather wish I could just click my fingers and have it done. But then I wouldn't have to move if I could do that, would I?

Ho hum.
caddyman: (Chrimble)
Up and into work early this morning as advertised. Yawn.

Of course, last night would be the first time in months I had a dream I can actually remember something of. A rather fun one which involved a party at a rather posher new gaff than I can actually afford.

The place appeared to be something of a Victorian townhouse - one of those multi-storey places that, TARDIS-like, seems a lot bigger on the inside than it appears outside. My subconscious seems to have eclectic tastes in decoration, with my dream state home being stuffed full of exotic foreign plants and good leather chesterfield sofas. Overall, it felt like a three-way cross between Kew Gardens, a Victoran morning room, and one of those pine furniture and bookcase theme pubs.

My subconscious knows me too well; better than I know it.

For some reason we kept running out of red wine, and after doing a couple of trips to the local offie myself, I ended up explaining the route (about 50 yards) in laborious detail to, of all people, [livejournal.com profile] pauln. [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis was either totally absent, or asleep on a sofa, grinning like a madman, and clutching a bottle of merlot whenever anyone wanted to talk to him.

My subconscious is perceptive, too.

I never did find out who was playing honky-tonk piano in the parlour I didn't know I had, before the alarm went off and dragged me back to reality.

I've had worse dreams.
caddyman: (Chrimble)
Up and into work early this morning as advertised. Yawn.

Of course, last night would be the first time in months I had a dream I can actually remember something of. A rather fun one which involved a party at a rather posher new gaff than I can actually afford.

The place appeared to be something of a Victorian townhouse - one of those multi-storey places that, TARDIS-like, seems a lot bigger on the inside than it appears outside. My subconscious seems to have eclectic tastes in decoration, with my dream state home being stuffed full of exotic foreign plants and good leather chesterfield sofas. Overall, it felt like a three-way cross between Kew Gardens, a Victoran morning room, and one of those pine furniture and bookcase theme pubs.

My subconscious knows me too well; better than I know it.

For some reason we kept running out of red wine, and after doing a couple of trips to the local offie myself, I ended up explaining the route (about 50 yards) in laborious detail to, of all people, [livejournal.com profile] pauln. [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis was either totally absent, or asleep on a sofa, grinning like a madman, and clutching a bottle of merlot whenever anyone wanted to talk to him.

My subconscious is perceptive, too.

I never did find out who was playing honky-tonk piano in the parlour I didn't know I had, before the alarm went off and dragged me back to reality.

I've had worse dreams.

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