A long and exhausting fortnight for all - been working very hard, still have lots to do - but keeping on top of things.
First thing - I'd just like to say hello to Carla and Steven on the other side of the world, and I hope that everything turns out OK and I'm thinking of you both.
I'd also like to say a big hello to the client of a friend ( he's a landscape gardner ) who reads this blog, primarily because she is related to someone who appears in Being Human - and in my book - that makes you a proper big star. I am inconsolate that BH has been cancelled after this season, it's the only program I actually watch any more on iPlayer.
My house is an absolute tip - I have to spend today cleaning - I'm also going to go on the hunt for decent light bulbs - the energy savers I have are contributing to my general low mood.
I had to go to an early meeting yesterday and didn't have time for breakfast - so I went into macDonalds - there were only a couple of people in there - a dumpy girl in her early 20's wearing a massive amount of make-up that did little to disguise the fact she was 'not blessed' - was talking on her phone whilst trying to order a fat-breakfast - talking very loudly.
"Oh my god, oh my god, last night I got so drunk me and Sophie nearly went ome with Jack and Damon for a foursome but I was so pissed I was sick instead, Oh my god, I felt him under the table anyway, oh my god I've just said that really loud and told the whole of Macdonalds, can I have an extra hash-brown please?"
I just had the coffee.
I have a work day in London on Monday ( Muswell Hill - that will be a totally new experience ) and I'm due in London again later in the month for a couple of days - going to see if I can get time to go up the Shard.
It's still cold, but not 'as' cold - I'm pleased to say - and there is a tiny amount of extra daylight. One of the 50 Alliums I planted last year is poking through and the cherry tree is starting to bud, but little else.
I started watching 'Pink narcissus'last night on a streaming arts based movie service I subscribe to. Arthouse cinema is generally very boring, very dull and very cheaply done, even the sex cannot redeem it. If I was 18 - I'd have loved it, my grown up self just kept tutting at the shabby set. I lasted about 20 mins.
Bought a lot of books recently - not been able to manage any of them.
I'd also like to add that the party I went to last week was an 80's themed 40th Birthday and nothing to do with the Eastleigh bi-election, I don't usually go out dressed as Jefferey Archer - and I can assure you - John does not normally wear a Thatcher wig ( he had to go on a special trip to London for that ) - he also found it almost impossible to get a supplier to print the words 'fuck the miners' on his blue rosette ( I made mine, there was a bit of blood and some anger )
I might check in again later - after 30 loads of washing and a lot of cleaning.