Bits and pieces
Thursday, May 1st, 2008 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanComing in to work this morning I noticed not one, but two people (not at the same time) wearing Eccleston style leather jackets. I have seen others ion the past couple of years, too. London is either being slowly taken over by Time Lords (it would explain a great deal, not least Boris Johnson and Ken Livingstone), or it is an increasingly popular destination for submariners. With all the immigration from the Baltics, that’s not as unlikely as it sounds, to be honest.
This is all very well, but I am a mite jealous. I still haven’t shrunk enough to be able to wear my leather jacket and button it at the same time. The good work at work - cutting down on snacks and increasing my intake of fruits etc is being undone by my own lack of will power and inability to keep clear of choice lardy morsels at home. Though last night we did have a very tasty chicken casserole that must have been almost negative on its fat content and I managed a bit of exercise too, before collapsing in front of the telly.
On the telly front, we watched the latest House, which is now slowly coming back on stream with the settling of the US writers’ strike and then while Furtle went off to do Furtley things, I took the opportunity to watch a further episode of HBO’s From Earth to the Moon, which I enjoy but which she finds a little slow moving. Only two episodes left; I shall have to find something else to watch solo once I’ve finished that. (We are quite lucky in that we like a lot of the same telly and films, but the downside of this is that when there is only one of us watching the TV we tend to avoid watching episodes of programmes we know the other will enjoy too).
Oh well, I guess I ought to go and do some work. Grumble. I want to leave sharpish tonight: I have to go and vote but I want an hour or so lolling around listening to music before we nip round to the pub for quiz night. With just the two of us now, in the absence of the Colonel, our combined knowledge base has declined just enough to make it most unlikely that we will win ever again, but it is quite fun taking the mickey out of the quiz master.
Later on, I shall sit up with coffee and watch the election results programme. I am a sucker for Peter Snow and his ‘swingometer’.
This is all very well, but I am a mite jealous. I still haven’t shrunk enough to be able to wear my leather jacket and button it at the same time. The good work at work - cutting down on snacks and increasing my intake of fruits etc is being undone by my own lack of will power and inability to keep clear of choice lardy morsels at home. Though last night we did have a very tasty chicken casserole that must have been almost negative on its fat content and I managed a bit of exercise too, before collapsing in front of the telly.
On the telly front, we watched the latest House, which is now slowly coming back on stream with the settling of the US writers’ strike and then while Furtle went off to do Furtley things, I took the opportunity to watch a further episode of HBO’s From Earth to the Moon, which I enjoy but which she finds a little slow moving. Only two episodes left; I shall have to find something else to watch solo once I’ve finished that. (We are quite lucky in that we like a lot of the same telly and films, but the downside of this is that when there is only one of us watching the TV we tend to avoid watching episodes of programmes we know the other will enjoy too).
Oh well, I guess I ought to go and do some work. Grumble. I want to leave sharpish tonight: I have to go and vote but I want an hour or so lolling around listening to music before we nip round to the pub for quiz night. With just the two of us now, in the absence of the Colonel, our combined knowledge base has declined just enough to make it most unlikely that we will win ever again, but it is quite fun taking the mickey out of the quiz master.
Later on, I shall sit up with coffee and watch the election results programme. I am a sucker for Peter Snow and his ‘swingometer’.