Coping

Well, I survived my first day back at work. Of course, it was made easier by anticipating the fact that I get another holiday in just three months. Hopefully. I haven’t actually had my leave approved yet. I asked the boss as soon as he came in, but he referred me to his boss, who…

Actually, parental visit, but when have I ever bothered about accurate diary titles? :-p Dad and Stepmother came up yesterday for a visit (well, Dad came up, Stepmother was actually on her way back from watching the Rugby 7s in Wellington, so decided to stop off here for the night instead of carrying on down…

The misty drizzle of the last couple of days turned into heavy rain and a cold southerly yesterday afternoon, so it feels like winter has returned. It even looks a bit like winter, except instead of snow, the ground is covered in pink and white blossom blown off the trees. Walking to work this morning…

I had a very creative day today. More creative than I planned, in fact. I had promised MrPloppy that I’d finish doing bookstrings this weekend, and finally clear the dining table so we could stop eating off our knees. But then we found all those extra beads yesterday. And then Lytteltonwitch came round today with…

We’re not getting that refugee after all. My boss had called me a few days ago to say they’d found a lost kitten, and needed a home for it, so I’d said if they hadn’t found the owners by the time we got back we’d take it. He was supposed to be dropping it round…

Um, so where did I get up to? Oh yeah, we were at rarsberry‘s hen night. The other thing we did to celebrate was to release some appropriately themed books around Dunedin (and a few leftovers on the trip back to Christchurch): On the Road to Mr Right by Belinda Jones outside a lingerie shop…