All's right with the world (for once)

I must admit that the trip into work this morning was faultless. Almost a pleasure in fact - insofar as travelling into work can ever be described as a pleasure. For once the tubes were on time, not too crowded and I emerged at Victoria with time enough to nip and buy my milk, sarnies and newspaper and stroll to the office with time to spare. Mornings should be like that more often, I feel.

I have just had my annual performance review, which has gone well. That's nice: the pressure is off for another year, so I can get on with my life again. What with it being a bank holiday weekend and all, it would have taken the shine off things if things had gone differently, but then I would have known in advance if my corner of the professional world was about to implode horribly.

Most of the forthcoming weekend is earmarked for chilling, but I have set myself a couple of tasks. One of the futon sofas in the living room of the Athenaeum Club is dying a lingering death. We have bits of futon frame up in The Tower and I am going to attempt a transplant so that we have something useable in the living room again. I have also decided that enough is enough with the sink in the bedroom. It has the worst drainage of anything short of a water tight chamber. I am not looking forward to it, but at some point tomorrow I am going to take the u-bend off and see if I can clear it. The opportunities for carnage are boundless, not least because of any potential pong, so I thing I shall get some Olbas Oil and soak a hanky in it before wrapping at round my nose. If you never hear from me again it will be because of a horrible amateur plumbing related death.

ellefurtle and I have the place to ourselves this weekend until sometime on Monday at least. colonel_maxim is off to Lulworth Castle for his first re-enactment in many years with the English Civil War Society (apparently it is their 25th anniversary this year?) and smokingboot: will be racing back oop north directly after work has finished, so we will be able to shamble around leaving pizza boxes strewn across the flat to our hearts' content (frankly we could do that anyway, but it seems somehow more decadent when there's no-one else around. I don't know why it works that way, but it does).

Right. My reverie has just been shattered by a phone call from my sister who had her mobile set to deafen. I think she has just ordered me a CD; I'm not sure.

Back to work.

All's right with the world (for once)

I must admit that the trip into work this morning was faultless. Almost a pleasure in fact - insofar as travelling into work can ever be described as a pleasure. For once the tubes were on time, not too crowded and I emerged at Victoria with time enough to nip and buy my milk, sarnies and newspaper and stroll to the office with time to spare. Mornings should be like that more often, I feel.

I have just had my annual performance review, which has gone well. That's nice: the pressure is off for another year, so I can get on with my life again. What with it being a bank holiday weekend and all, it would have taken the shine off things if things had gone differently, but then I would have known in advance if my corner of the professional world was about to implode horribly.

Most of the forthcoming weekend is earmarked for chilling, but I have set myself a couple of tasks. One of the futon sofas in the living room of the Athenaeum Club is dying a lingering death. We have bits of futon frame up in The Tower and I am going to attempt a transplant so that we have something useable in the living room again. I have also decided that enough is enough with the sink in the bedroom. It has the worst drainage of anything short of a water tight chamber. I am not looking forward to it, but at some point tomorrow I am going to take the u-bend off and see if I can clear it. The opportunities for carnage are boundless, not least because of any potential pong, so I thing I shall get some Olbas Oil and soak a hanky in it before wrapping at round my nose. If you never hear from me again it will be because of a horrible amateur plumbing related death.

ellefurtle and I have the place to ourselves this weekend until sometime on Monday at least. colonel_maxim is off to Lulworth Castle for his first re-enactment in many years with the English Civil War Society (apparently it is their 25th anniversary this year?) and smokingboot: will be racing back oop north directly after work has finished, so we will be able to shamble around leaving pizza boxes strewn across the flat to our hearts' content (frankly we could do that anyway, but it seems somehow more decadent when there's no-one else around. I don't know why it works that way, but it does).

Right. My reverie has just been shattered by a phone call from my sister who had her mobile set to deafen. I think she has just ordered me a CD; I'm not sure.

Back to work.

Eccles Cakes!

For the first time that I am aware of, the Marks & Spencer next to my office has Eccles Cakes in its bakery section. For the sake of my weight and wallet, I hope they only do this now and again; I do so love my Eccles Cakes.

That is all.

Eccles Cakes!

For the first time that I am aware of, the Marks & Spencer next to my office has Eccles Cakes in its bakery section. For the sake of my weight and wallet, I hope they only do this now and again; I do so love my Eccles Cakes.

That is all.

Smoking

Right, here's the deal. I have in front of me a pack of NiQuitin CQ 24 hour nicotine patches. I am carrying on smoking tonight, but tomorrow morning, I shall put one of those on instead of lighting up. Let's face it, previous attempts to quit the evil weed cold turkey have failed, so let's try the patches. I have a stress-free three-day weekend ahead to get me started and these things are supposed to help wean a body off nicotine gradually. Here's hoping. Now all I have to do is fathom how to smoke them. A pipe, maybe.

Smoking

Right, here's the deal. I have in front of me a pack of NiQuitin CQ 24 hour nicotine patches. I am carrying on smoking tonight, but tomorrow morning, I shall put one of those on instead of lighting up. Let's face it, previous attempts to quit the evil weed cold turkey have failed, so let's try the patches. I have a stress-free three-day weekend ahead to get me started and these things are supposed to help wean a body off nicotine gradually. Here's hoping. Now all I have to do is fathom how to smoke them. A pipe, maybe.