Back to work after a week of doing diddly squat. By Friday of last week I was bored silly and seriously wondering why I’d taken the whole week off – unfortunately as is often the case with me, come last night I’d changed my mind. I didn’t want to go back to work. In fact I should probably have put a seriously in that sentence somewhere as well.
But as I haven’t won the lottery as of yet – no, not even a tenner, I had no choice in the matter. Although I keep telling everyone that I’m going to win – no harm in putting out the right vibes after all, just in case Lady Luck is passing.
So back to it and within a few minutes it was as if I’d never been away. I wonder who everyone asked last week to mend the photocopier / printer / locate the toilet rolls / join their computer to the network / find batteries for their cordless mouse / find some drawing pins / fill the dishwasher with rinse aid and salt and a thousand other things. The trouble with having time off is I’ve forgotten how to tell people to bugger off and sort it out themselves. On a plus side at least I’ve noticed that I’ve fallen into bad habits again.
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Yesterday was youngest son’s birthday and how did he want to celebrate the dawning of his 17th year? A bike ride. Can you believe it?
Bugger that for a lark – I suggested that it would be nicer if we went further a field, such as the Malvern Hills. He was quite taken with that idea. Of course there was method to my madness. For a start we could only fit two bikes in the car (Himself was muttering about the need to purchase a bike rack), so by the time son and friends bike where in the boot, there was no room for anyone else’s. What a shame. Never mind. We’d have to walk instead.
Although I admit I may have made a slight tactical error when I suggested Malvern Hills because by the time we’d got back to the car my legs felt like jelly. I used muscles I didn’t know I’d got and I’m still not convinced they’re mine even now.
The acoustics around there are amazing, child made it to the top of the hill whilst we we’re only half way up and whistled us. It was a shame it wasn’t a clearer day, the view would have been breath taking. Child also managed to fall off his bike as well – aw bless, he hurt his knee. Didn’t stop him going back down at a scary rate of knots though, did it? No wonder I colour my hair.
So to the Photos, I’ll have my IOU back, thank you.
But as I haven’t won the lottery as of yet – no, not even a tenner, I had no choice in the matter. Although I keep telling everyone that I’m going to win – no harm in putting out the right vibes after all, just in case Lady Luck is passing.
So back to it and within a few minutes it was as if I’d never been away. I wonder who everyone asked last week to mend the photocopier / printer / locate the toilet rolls / join their computer to the network / find batteries for their cordless mouse / find some drawing pins / fill the dishwasher with rinse aid and salt and a thousand other things. The trouble with having time off is I’ve forgotten how to tell people to bugger off and sort it out themselves. On a plus side at least I’ve noticed that I’ve fallen into bad habits again.
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Yesterday was youngest son’s birthday and how did he want to celebrate the dawning of his 17th year? A bike ride. Can you believe it?
Bugger that for a lark – I suggested that it would be nicer if we went further a field, such as the Malvern Hills. He was quite taken with that idea. Of course there was method to my madness. For a start we could only fit two bikes in the car (Himself was muttering about the need to purchase a bike rack), so by the time son and friends bike where in the boot, there was no room for anyone else’s. What a shame. Never mind. We’d have to walk instead.
Although I admit I may have made a slight tactical error when I suggested Malvern Hills because by the time we’d got back to the car my legs felt like jelly. I used muscles I didn’t know I’d got and I’m still not convinced they’re mine even now.
The acoustics around there are amazing, child made it to the top of the hill whilst we we’re only half way up and whistled us. It was a shame it wasn’t a clearer day, the view would have been breath taking. Child also managed to fall off his bike as well – aw bless, he hurt his knee. Didn’t stop him going back down at a scary rate of knots though, did it? No wonder I colour my hair.
So to the Photos, I’ll have my IOU back, thank you.
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Update: Himself has just rung to say he's taken youngest to hospital as be can't bend his knee. What is it with my family and hospitals this year?
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