Where to find me

Some time ago I moved my platform from blogger to wordpress. No problems for those who read straight from my domain. But, it's now occurred to me, that when I first comment on your site through blogger, you'll end up here. And have no idea where I've gone.

You can find me at Glowstars.

Another meme

Because I just can't say no. Thanks Bun.

My ex was an interesting chap. I say interesting in the sense that it's the politest way of describing him without actually becoming insulting (which I'm sure would be fully justified but I just can't be arsed).

Maybe I should get off the computer and go and get my free lunch.

I love my family and friends, including those that I've gotten to know through blogging.

People would say anything in a magazine if it would earn them some money.

I don’t understand either of my boys. Maybe it's because they're men.

When I wake up in the morning it's always hard work.

I lost many things. It's like I just put them down and they disappear of the face of the planet.

Life is full of temptations.

My past has certainly been a varied one. You can't say I've stuck to the same path all my life...

I get annoyed increadibly easily. I'm not the most tolerant person.

Parties are great when you're a kid. They're never quite the same once you pass about 8 years old.

I wish that we were much more at ease financially

Dogs are by no means as great pets as cats.

Cats are the ultimate pets and an absolute must-have.

Tomorrow I will be starting my new job.

I have low tolerance of traffic, public transport, old people in the supermarket on a Saturday afternoon (ditto the post office at lunchtimes).

If I had a million dollars I would change it into pounds. Then it would probably just about cover a house purchase.

I’m totally terrified of... erm... nothing. I really can't think of anything right now.

The Big Five

Big Five Test Results

Extroversion (28%) low which suggests you are very reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and private. Accommodation (54%) medium which suggests you are moderately kind natured, trusting, and helpful while still maintaining your own interests. Orderliness (46%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, structured, and self controlled while still remaining flexible, varied, and fun. Emotional Stability (46%) medium which suggests you average somewhere in between being calm and resilient and being anxious and reactive. Inquisitiveness (22%) low which suggests you are overly small minded, traditional, and conventional at the expense too often of intellectual curiousity, possibility, and progress.

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Drinks

I like water. Good water that is. Not like the water in Brasilia, which tastes like the tap's connected to a swimming pool. Not like the water we get in our flat, which just tastes wrong. Give me a good bottle of water, a glass that's run through a filter, from a good tasting tap or even straight from a mountain spring (yes, I've drunk water straight from the ground in the past) and I'll be happy. Give me bad tasting water and I won't want to touch it. Which is the case at our place.

So to avoid the taste of bad water I live on squash (sugar-free, of course). But Y doesn't like me doing it for some reason. Says it's not good for me (lets ignore the fact that when I'm at work I drink probably three litres of plain, good water).

So, we struck a deal. We bought a water filter in the hope that it would get me to drink more plain water. The only catch was that if we bought the filter, I would have to drink the water. The trouble is, the taste hasn't improved much. And I'm stuck drinking the water. But at least Y's happy.

Unemployed

Well technically I am. Until Monday morning I no longer have a job. I'm unemployed. In a period of transition. Between jobs. Unfortunately it doesn't feel as wonderful as it sounds.

Thursday night was my leaving do. Despite my ex-boss F's tyrannical nature making me half an hour late (for my own party) I still had a good time. By the time I arrived at Guanabara D had initiated some rather risky 'out of phase drinking' method involving ordering your next drink the moment your current one arrived. Happy hour had definately spurred him on with that one. Trouble was, that in a very short space of time drinks started piling up and not even he could keep up with the pace, though he definitely tried. As for me, I was rather taken by the flashing ice-cubes you used to attract your waitress' attention. Really should've brought one back with me.

After a while it made sense to me to slow the drinking rate. Sneaky as I am, I switched to guarana. Of course none of them having a clue about anything Brasilian beyond caipirinhas, no-one was any wiser to the fact that I'd stopped drinking alcohol. Still didn't stop me (as well as P & R) attempting to dance samba as a class began.

When F arrived after 9 we moved on to another pub although by that point everyone's pace had definately slowed. Our taxi back to Waterloo took us a very scenic route almost as far as Tottenham Court Road and back to the Aldwych again before depositing us at our destination later than we would've been if we'd walked.

I was glad to see, the next morning, that I wasn't the only one hungover. K had managed to get a train back to Ramsgate instead of Orpington and D very nearly ended up sleeping in J's spare bed instead of making it home. Of course beer and burger at Wetherspoons was the lunchtime hangover cure. Except I couldn't face the beer.

The afternoon was strange. Emptying my desk felt odd, and saying goodbye to people for the last time weird. But it's done now. And, until Monday morning, I'm unemployed.

Leftovers

So, I don't think I was too successful with yesterday's list. Good job I'm off work today. Although, haveing only just gotten up now I'm not sure how much I'll actually get done, or whether I can be motivated enough to do the ironing. I guess the transformation into maid-kept mainsion will have to wait for a few years...

So today I have to ...

• Epilate
• Tidy up the house. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, our bedroom, TB's bedroom.
  Transformation from bomb site to maid-kept mansion would be good.
• Do my Portuguese homework (I haven't had a good look yet, but think it may be quite time consuming).
• Convince Y to start work on my new template so I can move across to Wordpress with a swanky new blog.
• Attempt to eat three (and no more) well balanced, low point meals.
  Breakfast
  Lunch
  Dinner
• Attack the ironing pile.
• Wash and dry more clothes.
• Crawl into a hole to avoid most of the above.

I was sitting reading blogs this morning, and TB came up to me just as I was closing one. He saw the window close and asked me to go back. 'I want the one with G' (his nanny) on.'

It turns out he'd seen this and decided it was G.

Just another day at the office...

P: I think I'm suffering from that ***.
All: Eh?
P: You know, ***, that sleeping disorder.
W: You mean narcolepsy. Necro is from the Latin, it means dead.
J: And you don't want to know what the philia means.
P: (Blushing) What have I said?
J: It means sleeping with dead people.
P: Oh no!

And all the while I'm keeping my head down at my desk trying not to crack up with laughter.

Banana Case

Point taken?