A mixed bag
Monday, September 1st, 2003 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanCountdown to the holiday has begun though I am not yet de-mob happy. That will happen around 10.30 am on Thursday, I expect.
So, four days in the office, followed by a day of cricket at the Oval on Friday, leading to being reduced to bumming around at the weekend - the trip to the air show at Duxford has been cancelled, rather irritatingly, since I had ruled a number of alternative activities out and rearranged my holiday arrangements to go. Now I find that I could have made a NWO ref meeting then after all, but in all probability shan't make the revised date a week later, which was always going to be dodgy.
Ten days fubar-ed by a last minute change of plans made from beyond my control. On the plus side, I do get to save £50 in expenditure. I could still go to Foxton for the weekend, which would be nice, but I suppose the time would be better used getting some laundry done instead (wouldn't want to dump on the elderly mater).
Anyway, a week today I shall be swanning off to Shropshire for a week - again delayed because of arrangements made for the now aborted Duxford trip, but since the ancestors will be at the coast on the assumption that I shall be elsewhere, there's nothing now to be done.
I can see this week is going to be one of those.
I came into the office full of enthusiasm to get a bunch of jobs done and find myself thwarted at every turn. Time to take a deep breath and try to start again this afternoon - hopefully with better results.
And this evening.
Hmm. First thing is to track down the landlady and pay the rent, I suppose. And the gas bill. And all the odd sundry little things she likes to charge for. Irritating, but overall still cheap.
And then I have to lug an old mattress down three flights of stairs, and a new one back up. This is not a hard task, but it is a pain since mattresses are notoriously unmanoeuvreable. Still, mustn't grumble. A mattress I can sleep on without having to bend myself around the bit where the springs have poked out, or the mysterious collapsed bit will mean a far better night's kip all in all.
And to top off a generally mixed bag of oddities, I left my favourite fedora in Marlow yesterday. It's not lost, but neither is it available to me for at least a couple of months. So again, Bugger.
Ooo. Must stop: coffee.
So, four days in the office, followed by a day of cricket at the Oval on Friday, leading to being reduced to bumming around at the weekend - the trip to the air show at Duxford has been cancelled, rather irritatingly, since I had ruled a number of alternative activities out and rearranged my holiday arrangements to go. Now I find that I could have made a NWO ref meeting then after all, but in all probability shan't make the revised date a week later, which was always going to be dodgy.
Ten days fubar-ed by a last minute change of plans made from beyond my control. On the plus side, I do get to save £50 in expenditure. I could still go to Foxton for the weekend, which would be nice, but I suppose the time would be better used getting some laundry done instead (wouldn't want to dump on the elderly mater).
Anyway, a week today I shall be swanning off to Shropshire for a week - again delayed because of arrangements made for the now aborted Duxford trip, but since the ancestors will be at the coast on the assumption that I shall be elsewhere, there's nothing now to be done.
I can see this week is going to be one of those.
I came into the office full of enthusiasm to get a bunch of jobs done and find myself thwarted at every turn. Time to take a deep breath and try to start again this afternoon - hopefully with better results.
And this evening.
Hmm. First thing is to track down the landlady and pay the rent, I suppose. And the gas bill. And all the odd sundry little things she likes to charge for. Irritating, but overall still cheap.
And then I have to lug an old mattress down three flights of stairs, and a new one back up. This is not a hard task, but it is a pain since mattresses are notoriously unmanoeuvreable. Still, mustn't grumble. A mattress I can sleep on without having to bend myself around the bit where the springs have poked out, or the mysterious collapsed bit will mean a far better night's kip all in all.
And to top off a generally mixed bag of oddities, I left my favourite fedora in Marlow yesterday. It's not lost, but neither is it available to me for at least a couple of months. So again, Bugger.
Ooo. Must stop: coffee.