Back on to my "regular" World of Work timetable, and my bodyclock has finally adjusted to the legging-it-like-a-loony pace. I left WoW yesterday, having contributed to the well-being of those I was in charge of by having:
* learnt a new Australian phrase "shag on a rock"
* drunk 3 coffees
* had a lunchtime conversation with the girls about waxing and men with ear hair (euwwwwwggghhh)
* planned some Official Day Off time running about town, dropping stuff off to the charity shop and picking up another old Quality Street tin from the sorting office...got to lurve those mauve patterned beauties.
For once I was ahead of the game with thinking about dinner - something italian, sloppy and autumnal now that we've got the post-heatwave cool-down. And then I remembered... the 12 year old will be bringing home pizza from his school cooking class. So not only do I have the day off today, I don't have to cook tonight! And I just might go and watch the Liver Birds in a minute - boots and beehives - and then I will get myself out, instead of having just a bit more sofatime...
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Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Saturday, 1 October 2011
An Unwise Amount Of Pretzels And Popcorn...
... can only mean that Strictly is back. The dodgy trailer that makes Anita Dobson look like Emily Bishop, the how-bad-can-Lulu-really-be, isn't Russell Grant just like Frankie Howerd... awesome stuff. Especially Nancy Dell'Olio being set-up with that lethal feather boa. Some wardrobe mistress might just be finding a horse's head in her bed shortly.
Earlier today we went out intending to find some cool breeze down by the river in a nearby city. We took the tree-lined pedestrian route to the centre, taking photos of leafery and buildings, marvelling that we were trampling over orange, crunchy leaves in a HEATWAVE, but its too humid and late for me to figure out how blogger have sabotaged the upload-the-pics thing, so no photos for now.
Next along, near the new-favourite caff, were some marvellous gospel-choiresque peeps singing their hearts out to raise money to replace the old folks' minibus that got trashed in the riots. I had to shoo the kids along as the 14 year old was being cranky and rude about how his eardrums were being affected, but they got some bus-building silver from me. Lunch and ice creams were about all we spent on - we steered clear of the hordes in the shops, and I stayed out of the charity shops but popped into a couple of air-conditioned emo boutiques so the kids could window-shop t-shirts. Then by mid-afternoon it was back for a siesta on the sofa with the papers. And a bit of Celeb Masterchef. Danny Goffey made some interesting cake, and multi-tasked brilliantly despite Greg and John's butting in. I was distracted by how nicely he speaks - being a rawkstar an' all, I thought he'd drawl but no. Very home counties.
So, the ebay photos are getting done tomorrow - as is pretty much everything else I've deferred and wriggled out of doing. Why do today what you can put off doing til the next day, or something... ;)
Earlier today we went out intending to find some cool breeze down by the river in a nearby city. We took the tree-lined pedestrian route to the centre, taking photos of leafery and buildings, marvelling that we were trampling over orange, crunchy leaves in a HEATWAVE, but its too humid and late for me to figure out how blogger have sabotaged the upload-the-pics thing, so no photos for now.
Next along, near the new-favourite caff, were some marvellous gospel-choiresque peeps singing their hearts out to raise money to replace the old folks' minibus that got trashed in the riots. I had to shoo the kids along as the 14 year old was being cranky and rude about how his eardrums were being affected, but they got some bus-building silver from me. Lunch and ice creams were about all we spent on - we steered clear of the hordes in the shops, and I stayed out of the charity shops but popped into a couple of air-conditioned emo boutiques so the kids could window-shop t-shirts. Then by mid-afternoon it was back for a siesta on the sofa with the papers. And a bit of Celeb Masterchef. Danny Goffey made some interesting cake, and multi-tasked brilliantly despite Greg and John's butting in. I was distracted by how nicely he speaks - being a rawkstar an' all, I thought he'd drawl but no. Very home counties.
So, the ebay photos are getting done tomorrow - as is pretty much everything else I've deferred and wriggled out of doing. Why do today what you can put off doing til the next day, or something... ;)
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Sofas... And A Trio Of Zebras
Seeing as I spend a fair bit of time on my sofa, I thought I would show you some that are on my wishlist:
This divine purple velvet chesterfield from Sofa Workshop.
It's a 4-figure price... it's so not going to happen.
Jean-Paul Gaultier for Roche Bobois.
Oh, and the trio of zebras? Have a peek at p.189 in April's Elle Decoration. Jonathan Adler and Simon Doonan have a little zebra family "spectating" at their ping pong table. Really sweet. I wonder if they've been animatronic'd, so their heads follow the path of the ball?
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Laziness Saves Me From Untold Embarassment
It doesn't take a lot to persuade me not to leave the house. And the weekend forecast of rain on Sunday was enough persuasion. I did feel restless though - an inexplicable need to buy a pile of clear storage boxes to re-introduce some order and visual sobriety to the junkheap that is my bedroom. There was also the strike-while-the-iron's-hot rationale that goes with buying a black'n'decker dustbuster (the mini-est of mini hoovers!) the day before which had died a pathetic squealing lame death after hoovering up some toast crumbs. I wanted to take it back and get Customer Satisfaction from my broken toy. It was not on! But, people drifted past the windows with brollies and hats, and that rain was obviously not going to relent. So I stayed put, comfy on my lovely dry landraft of a sofa, with some dreadful do-up-yer-house telly. It was that or the Titchfield Thunderbolt...
Yesterday the boyfriend helpfully mentioned that said dustbuster is meant to be charged up before use. I did think the lead was pathetically small and not much use if I was trying to hoover anything on the floor.... Thank f**k for that rain on Sunday or I'd have made a right t*t of myself at the shop.
I have fallen hook, line and sinker back into the netherworld that is soap addiction. Well, just corrie specifically. I do have standards, y'know. I found myself counting the hours during Monday afternoon until the double episode at 7.30... A lot of drama, and a lot of not-great acting and timing of line deliveries. But heck, we lurve it.
To while away the can't-wait-until-8.30 interlude I endured half an hour of a 60 Minute Makeover. A family of 5 in a sterile, spotless, unadorned 4 bedroom house, whose children were not allowed posters on the walls, tellingly revealed that they deemed the bare dining room with 4 photos* on a side table cluttered. Without seeing the end result I can safely say the family, ergo the decision-makers that were Mr and Mrs Clutterfree Clean Freak, would have had a minor meltdown when they came back to orange walls and dodgily painted horizontal stripes throughout the entire house.
* One of the photos was Mrs Clean Freak in her graduation clobber - I just thought what a waste of an education to end up scared of mucking up the house a bit.
Yesterday the boyfriend helpfully mentioned that said dustbuster is meant to be charged up before use. I did think the lead was pathetically small and not much use if I was trying to hoover anything on the floor.... Thank f**k for that rain on Sunday or I'd have made a right t*t of myself at the shop.
I have fallen hook, line and sinker back into the netherworld that is soap addiction. Well, just corrie specifically. I do have standards, y'know. I found myself counting the hours during Monday afternoon until the double episode at 7.30... A lot of drama, and a lot of not-great acting and timing of line deliveries. But heck, we lurve it.
To while away the can't-wait-until-8.30 interlude I endured half an hour of a 60 Minute Makeover. A family of 5 in a sterile, spotless, unadorned 4 bedroom house, whose children were not allowed posters on the walls, tellingly revealed that they deemed the bare dining room with 4 photos* on a side table cluttered. Without seeing the end result I can safely say the family, ergo the decision-makers that were Mr and Mrs Clutterfree Clean Freak, would have had a minor meltdown when they came back to orange walls and dodgily painted horizontal stripes throughout the entire house.
* One of the photos was Mrs Clean Freak in her graduation clobber - I just thought what a waste of an education to end up scared of mucking up the house a bit.
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