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One of the disadvantages of being up on the ninth floor, in a city where most buildings don't go up higher than maybe six floors, is that you hear the wind. Very clearly.
It makes judging what the weather's like outside difficult too. Plus with Greyfriars being something of a wind-tunnel, even on fairly good days you can be nearly blown away as soon as you step out of the building.
Feeling a bit rubbish today; combination of tiredness and ladypains. Rowan and I were up till quite late last night decorating the christmas tree - first needing to go back to ASDA to replace it as the base was broken *sighs* Pentwyn store were out of stock, so Mam ended up taking us to the Newport store where she works 'cause she knew they had plenty there.
It's a three-foot tree, standing on my side table, and it looks a little pathetic if I'm honest. However, my normal six-foot tree was a nightmare last year as the only place I could safely put it was in front of the patio door. Maybe I should have gone for the four-foot tree, but hey! Too late now. Can't put up any ceiling decs, unfortunately, 'cause I can't stick anything up there. It's too tough for drawing pins, and sellotape won't stay in place; we spent a week making paper chains last year, and I had to keep resticking them up there every couple of days. Gave up in the end.
Ordered a couple of christmas presents online yesterday, though I'm a little doubtful they're going to arrive on time.... My own fault for not doing it sooner, but I just can't think about Christmas till Rowan's birthday's over and done with. Felt a little guilty for only getting him one birthday present this year, but I think he's pleased enough with his Playmobil Pirate's Treasure Chest that it's not a problem (and seriously, a five year old that's more interested in quantity than quality? Not a good thing) At least I did something - from what I gather, his father wasn't even there when he went up to spend the day with his in-laws. *sighs* I'm getting the feeling they've chosen to combine his birthday and christmas presents this year too, as he says he didn't get anything while he was up there. If that's true you can bet Barrie's gonna get an earful from me when I next see him - he knows my stance on keeping the two separate. Not least 'cause there's a whole fortnight between them, for smeg's sake!
And my maternal grandfather's widow (I refuse to call her Nan except to her face these days) did her usual trick of buying him clothes two or three sizes too big. Seriously, who gets a five year old clothes to fit a seven year old? I know he's tall, but come on!
Is it just me or was Torchwood a bit pathetic this weekend? Though I am amused how you can get from the Little Chef outside Pontypridd to the Lighthouse Road near Newport just by going through some bushes *chuckles* I've attended funerals at that cemetary too, which is also located in Ponty - last time I sat out in the graveyard with my sister as she couldn't face going in. Too many bad memories of when they buried her dad, nearly seventeen years ago now.
And the conference place all the way up north in Aberystwyth? Has a day job as the National Museum of Wales, not five minutes from where I am now. *looks out of her window in amusement.*
Ugh...I better get back to work. Already behind, I think, and only an hour of my shift to go...
It makes judging what the weather's like outside difficult too. Plus with Greyfriars being something of a wind-tunnel, even on fairly good days you can be nearly blown away as soon as you step out of the building.
Feeling a bit rubbish today; combination of tiredness and ladypains. Rowan and I were up till quite late last night decorating the christmas tree - first needing to go back to ASDA to replace it as the base was broken *sighs* Pentwyn store were out of stock, so Mam ended up taking us to the Newport store where she works 'cause she knew they had plenty there.
It's a three-foot tree, standing on my side table, and it looks a little pathetic if I'm honest. However, my normal six-foot tree was a nightmare last year as the only place I could safely put it was in front of the patio door. Maybe I should have gone for the four-foot tree, but hey! Too late now. Can't put up any ceiling decs, unfortunately, 'cause I can't stick anything up there. It's too tough for drawing pins, and sellotape won't stay in place; we spent a week making paper chains last year, and I had to keep resticking them up there every couple of days. Gave up in the end.
Ordered a couple of christmas presents online yesterday, though I'm a little doubtful they're going to arrive on time.... My own fault for not doing it sooner, but I just can't think about Christmas till Rowan's birthday's over and done with. Felt a little guilty for only getting him one birthday present this year, but I think he's pleased enough with his Playmobil Pirate's Treasure Chest that it's not a problem (and seriously, a five year old that's more interested in quantity than quality? Not a good thing) At least I did something - from what I gather, his father wasn't even there when he went up to spend the day with his in-laws. *sighs* I'm getting the feeling they've chosen to combine his birthday and christmas presents this year too, as he says he didn't get anything while he was up there. If that's true you can bet Barrie's gonna get an earful from me when I next see him - he knows my stance on keeping the two separate. Not least 'cause there's a whole fortnight between them, for smeg's sake!
And my maternal grandfather's widow (I refuse to call her Nan except to her face these days) did her usual trick of buying him clothes two or three sizes too big. Seriously, who gets a five year old clothes to fit a seven year old? I know he's tall, but come on!
Is it just me or was Torchwood a bit pathetic this weekend? Though I am amused how you can get from the Little Chef outside Pontypridd to the Lighthouse Road near Newport just by going through some bushes *chuckles* I've attended funerals at that cemetary too, which is also located in Ponty - last time I sat out in the graveyard with my sister as she couldn't face going in. Too many bad memories of when they buried her dad, nearly seventeen years ago now.
And the conference place all the way up north in Aberystwyth? Has a day job as the National Museum of Wales, not five minutes from where I am now. *looks out of her window in amusement.*
Ugh...I better get back to work. Already behind, I think, and only an hour of my shift to go...
