Busy busy busy

I seem to have way too much of a social life at the moment – it was another week of being out almost every night. Tuesday was Chick Flicks night: Le fils de l’épicier (The Grocer’s Son) – a very French film (slow, philosophical, not much happening, but incredibly atmospheric). We saw it at the Metro, which is always fun – the cinemas are so tiny that it’s more like watching a movie in someone’s lounge. There were lots of jokes of the “where’s the remote” sort flying around. No ads before the movie, too, which is always nice.

Then on Wednesday we took lytteltonwitch out for dinner to say thank you for all the driving lessons. We’d originally been going to go to Alva Rados, but when we missed Justin at Cafe Bleu last week we thought she should have one last meal there instead. Lytteltonwitch of course took full advantage of her last chance to tease poor Justin 🙂

Oh, and I seem to be inheriting lytteltonwitch’s propensity to attract weird things along with her books: while we were sitting on the bus on our way into town to meet her, we spotted a couple of Teletubbies standing outside Riccarton mall.

I actually made it to my lace class on Thursday, and I think I’m finally getting the hang of Bedfordshire. It’s a lot trickier than Torchon – not quite as mechanical, so requires a lot more attention to get it looking right.

Friday was a stink of a day work-wise. I won’t go into details, but suffice it to say I am really really really not happy with one of my bosses at the moment. Poor lytteltonwitch got to listen to me going on about it for a couple of hours on Friday night – she’d only come round for tea and to drop off her DVD player (a handy replacement for ours, which died a few days ago), but got more than she bargained for.

I’ve spent the weekend trying not to think about work stuff, which I’ve mostly achieved by being too busy to think about anything. Lytteltonwitch’s son dropped the bookcases round on Saturday morning, so we’ve spent a fair chunk of the weekend moving them around to find the best places for them (and chopping one up a bit – don’t worry though, lytteltonwitch, I didn’t follow through your son’s threat to turn it into firewood, just trimmed off a wee bit at the bottom to account for the fact that our house has skirting boards and yours obviously doesn’t). A quick trip into town to pick up a few bits and pieces and check on the OBCZ, and finally registering and labelling the rest of the books from lytteltonwitch, plus a couple of mindless DVDs, have kept me suitably occupied for the rest of the weekend, so hopefully by tomorrow I’ll have achieved enough distance from Friday to be able to think about it rationally and decide how best to deal with the situation.

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