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Monday, monday....
Apr. 23rd, 2007 01:46 pmI'm still getting used to this whole three-day working week thing. So far, I have to admit I'm quite grateful for it. I woke up with an incredibly sore neck yesterday, but thankfully it's eased off now. With any luck it'll be a thing of the past by the time I go back to work tomorrow - which is good since I've had enough sick-time in the last six months that I'm risking a disciplinary if I call in again.
Not that I'm a serial sick-taker, you understand. It's just that the company rules are rather strict on such things.
I was all ready to settle down for a day of feeling sorry for myself, complete with a tin of chocolates and my Sports Night DVDs, when Tim turned up unannounced. We watched 'Thespis', then headed out into town for some lunch. I was grateful for his company as, while it is nice to have the day to yourself to wallow once in a while, I was instead able to forget about my sore neck and enjoy having adult company.
I can be grouchy when I'm sick - especially when combined with Lady Pains, but those haven't yet fully kicked in - and I get overly irritated with Rowan's need for my attention, poor love. So it was a good thing he was out for the day.
Saturday was kinda wierd; we went to Brecon to see my aunt and uncle, and it was a gorgeous day. Even Rowan commented on how beautiful the Beacons looked, despite being disappointed at the lack of waterfalls along the way. Not surprising though, since we've had practically no rainfall the last few weeks, till today. The cafe/chip shop was almost dead for the first hour we were there, so we got to chat properly for a change, and Rowan was following my uncle around like a shadow. He sat on the windowsill behind the take-away counter for a surprisingly long time, just watching Uncle John as he prepared for the lunchtime rush.
Trouble was that one of the girls who worked there, with whom Rowan's very friendly, had been giving them trouble for the past week. Again. And she was spending the morning hiding in the kitchen, supposedly doing the washing up. However, at noon the cutlery tray was down to a handful of spoons and exactly two knives and forks. As the last hour progressed I could see Uncle John getting more and more irritated with her - particularly as she hovered around the cafe's coffee machine talking to Rowan and the girl who started at noon. I felt awfully embarrassed that maybe Rowan was distracting them both, but Aunty Anne assured me he wasn't doing anything wrong. Mam pressed me a few times to ask Uncle John for some food, since I was hungry, but I didn't feel I could with the mood he was in. It's not like he'd yell at me - he never, ever has, to the best of my knowledge - but I really didn't want to bother him. Mam must have felt the same, mind, as she didn't have anything either. We ended up getting some chips in Merthyr and eating them as we drove back to Cardiff - they were vastly inferior to Uncle John's too, way way to chunky. It was like eating julienne'd roast potato.
Ended up watching Doctor Who at Mam's, much to her dismay, as they'd scheduled it earlier than normal. Not entirely sure if I liked the episode, but hopefully part two will redeem it. Probably time to retire the Daleks though, if that's the best they can come up with - plus, seriously, how many more times can you seemingly wipe them all out only to bring them back again?
Funny hearing Doctor Griffen from Holby City with an American accent though! *grins*
Was supposed to meet up with my fellow OU student again for another study session this morning, but the desktop was playing me up. Sometimes AVG likes to argue with my email software, completely locking up the system for ten or fifteen minutes at a time. By the time I'd fired up the laptop instead, she'd signed off on the assumption I couldn't make it, so we've rescheduled now.
I'm getting rather restless these days, like I need to be doing something. I have an assigment due soon, of course, but that's not the something I feel the need to be doing. I've had an idea for a Torchwood snippet that I'd like to write, and a two-part Sports Night story that I've been working on for about a year now, but my muse is still being a selfish *censored* and ignoring me. Plus I'm missing Drakey-boy something fierce, but I don't know if I have energy to go back to the game yet.
Right...gotta go get Rowan from school in a little under an hour, so I need to go make a start on the Bolognase I plan to serve for tea. Not that I expect Rowan'll eat it, the picky bugger. Still not sure exactly how to make it (one of those times when I feel like I never actually learned to cook, growing up) so I tend to just grab various ingredients and mix them together. Who knows, maybe with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
geek_cooks I'll figure it out before long! I learned heaps just on that first day, and my pasta dishes should show some improvement soon. *crosses fingers*
Not that I'm a serial sick-taker, you understand. It's just that the company rules are rather strict on such things.
I was all ready to settle down for a day of feeling sorry for myself, complete with a tin of chocolates and my Sports Night DVDs, when Tim turned up unannounced. We watched 'Thespis', then headed out into town for some lunch. I was grateful for his company as, while it is nice to have the day to yourself to wallow once in a while, I was instead able to forget about my sore neck and enjoy having adult company.
I can be grouchy when I'm sick - especially when combined with Lady Pains, but those haven't yet fully kicked in - and I get overly irritated with Rowan's need for my attention, poor love. So it was a good thing he was out for the day.
Saturday was kinda wierd; we went to Brecon to see my aunt and uncle, and it was a gorgeous day. Even Rowan commented on how beautiful the Beacons looked, despite being disappointed at the lack of waterfalls along the way. Not surprising though, since we've had practically no rainfall the last few weeks, till today. The cafe/chip shop was almost dead for the first hour we were there, so we got to chat properly for a change, and Rowan was following my uncle around like a shadow. He sat on the windowsill behind the take-away counter for a surprisingly long time, just watching Uncle John as he prepared for the lunchtime rush.
Trouble was that one of the girls who worked there, with whom Rowan's very friendly, had been giving them trouble for the past week. Again. And she was spending the morning hiding in the kitchen, supposedly doing the washing up. However, at noon the cutlery tray was down to a handful of spoons and exactly two knives and forks. As the last hour progressed I could see Uncle John getting more and more irritated with her - particularly as she hovered around the cafe's coffee machine talking to Rowan and the girl who started at noon. I felt awfully embarrassed that maybe Rowan was distracting them both, but Aunty Anne assured me he wasn't doing anything wrong. Mam pressed me a few times to ask Uncle John for some food, since I was hungry, but I didn't feel I could with the mood he was in. It's not like he'd yell at me - he never, ever has, to the best of my knowledge - but I really didn't want to bother him. Mam must have felt the same, mind, as she didn't have anything either. We ended up getting some chips in Merthyr and eating them as we drove back to Cardiff - they were vastly inferior to Uncle John's too, way way to chunky. It was like eating julienne'd roast potato.
Ended up watching Doctor Who at Mam's, much to her dismay, as they'd scheduled it earlier than normal. Not entirely sure if I liked the episode, but hopefully part two will redeem it. Probably time to retire the Daleks though, if that's the best they can come up with - plus, seriously, how many more times can you seemingly wipe them all out only to bring them back again?
Funny hearing Doctor Griffen from Holby City with an American accent though! *grins*
Was supposed to meet up with my fellow OU student again for another study session this morning, but the desktop was playing me up. Sometimes AVG likes to argue with my email software, completely locking up the system for ten or fifteen minutes at a time. By the time I'd fired up the laptop instead, she'd signed off on the assumption I couldn't make it, so we've rescheduled now.
I'm getting rather restless these days, like I need to be doing something. I have an assigment due soon, of course, but that's not the something I feel the need to be doing. I've had an idea for a Torchwood snippet that I'd like to write, and a two-part Sports Night story that I've been working on for about a year now, but my muse is still being a selfish *censored* and ignoring me. Plus I'm missing Drakey-boy something fierce, but I don't know if I have energy to go back to the game yet.
Right...gotta go get Rowan from school in a little under an hour, so I need to go make a start on the Bolognase I plan to serve for tea. Not that I expect Rowan'll eat it, the picky bugger. Still not sure exactly how to make it (one of those times when I feel like I never actually learned to cook, growing up) so I tend to just grab various ingredients and mix them together. Who knows, maybe with
geek_cooks I'll figure it out before long! I learned heaps just on that first day, and my pasta dishes should show some improvement soon. *crosses fingers*
