Job anyone?

Yep, Stressed again, cheers for that A.

And you want to employ a muppet, thats going to go well. You fired him last time remember, do you think its going to go any better this time round?

God do I need a new job.

I'm psychic me

Harry has now arrived. Silly bugger got himself trapped in the garage. We heard his whining and he was let out, he's currently looking very sheepish and eating enough food to feed a small African country.

Typical

These things always happen over the Christmas period. Last night at the end of Boxing Day dinner one of my wisdom teeth decided to give up the ghost and crumble. It doesn't hurt at all, but I'm missing half a molar and the rest does not look pretty.

I've not had a single problem with my teeth ever, 27 years and not one filling. (I was quite proud of that.) But this wisdom tooth is in an awkward as hell place, really closed in and I've never really been able to get at it all that well.

Doesn't hurt, but I Can. Not. Stop. Poking. It.

God knows when I'll be able to get a dentist appointment without having to pay an arm and leg for it, I think it'll have to come out entirely which while intellectually I know this is a good thing, injections into my gums fill me with unending terror that could well convert me into a panicked 5 year old refusing to open my mouth. Gah.

In other news, I've ordered a new laptop from Dabs which looks very pretty and should come tomorrow.

Harry on ther other hand has decided to scoot off somewhere. Christmas I think got too much for him and he disappeared last night and we haven't seen him since. Both Dad and I have done the requisite checks on the road and wandered around the Garden endlessly to look for him, we're only in the moderate concern stage of the Missing Cat Procedure at the moment as its a mild night and more than likely he's just in a huff about the disrupted routine over Christmas and decided to beg for food from one of his other houses. He'll probably turn up tomorrow, whine his head off and eat enough to feed a small african country.

De-stressed and a bit pissed

Yay for alcohol, how I've missed you.

Am now on the outside of a 1/4 bottle of Archers and now feeling rather warm and a bit floppy. Its all good. One plus about not really ever drinking alcohol is that when you do, everything happens so much quicker. In half an hour I shall be either sound asleep or declaring my undying love to the nearest warm body, which depressingly will probably be one of the cat's. Then we will have a philosophical discussion about the meaning of life, the universe and everything and pass out. At least I will, the Cat will probably look at me in disgust, give up on the hope that I'll feed it and go and bother some one else for food.

Christmas tomorrow. Cool.



Picture of Tess, my drinking buddy. She's sitting in a box. Thought I'd point that out.

De-stressing, slowly

Has taken me a whole day to wind down from work. A has been rather special this week, more so than usual. P has been walking around alternating from disbelief to utter frustration with him. I've gotten to the point where I really don't care all that much any more. But that doesn't stop my stress levels rocketing every time he walks into the shop. (Usually around half ten, an hour after I've arrived. I've got no excuse about being late mind, even if it is freezing fog and awful traffic. Grrr.)

It takes a special kind of talent to decide that Stock taking a department I've checked literally five times in the last two months is the best use of our time! While he goes chasing around for his replacement mobile phone and Christmas present for his wife. And the less said about trying to programme the alarm dialler with him the better, I was about ready to beat him by the end.)

Okay, venting done. A whole five days without having to see him, Bliss.
(Though god forbid what he'll have come up with after Christmas, he'll write list, which he'll lose and spend the rest of the day trying to find.)

Harry the Wonder Cat

Some time ago, Harry arrived and made himself at home on the sofa, having had enough of two doors up locking him out at night and their insistence in owning a dog.

He's quite a good natured Cat with little evidence of anything going on between his ears. He eats copiously, sleeps alot and generally is very easy to be around. He just really doesn't like any sort of physical contact. It took us two months to even approach him without him running off. Slow process, but he doesn't bolt when one of us comes into the room. This has been the status quo for some time, he'll tolerate the odd pat on the head or scratch if he's in the right mood, but nothing more.

A little while ago, I decided this was going to have to change, mainly because it was my seat on the sofa he'd stolen and I rather wanted it back. So every night, or every time I've managed to get hold of him, he's had an enforced sit on my lap. Its taken a couple of weeks of slowly building up the time, but last night he finally curled up and went to sleep for about half an hour. I'm really quite chuffed now. He's never going to be a lap cat, but yay for progress.

Hogfather

To say Terry Pratchett is my favorite author is probably a bit of an understatement, so any production of the discworld books always makes me a little nervous.

The stage play I thought was a hoot, but I did spend time getting a bit wound up about the characterisations. Carrot is not a gurning idiot, thankyou very much!

The Cartoons were enjoyable to a degree, but lacked sophistication and the less said about whatever those accents were in Wyrd Sisters, the better. I enjoyed them thoroughly, but they didn't quite get there.

So anyway, when I heard about the Hogfather, I got a bit nervous, especially when I heard it was Sky producing it. Does Sky actually make any decent TV of its own, or does it steal it all from America and Channel 4?

Did hear Terry Practchett was involved, so you know, panic subsided abit, and the cast was announced, David Jason, Nigel Planer, Marc Warren, all very cool and fit into my mental images for the book. Was expecting Christopher Lee for death, but Ian Richardson does just as well.
Susan was always a bit of a difficult character to visualise, so I'm glad they went for an unknown.

All in all though, the whole thing was rather fantastic. I spent half the time enthralled, half the time bouncing up and down like an excited 5 year old. Death of Rats! Hex! Binky! So much got put in, the pig even did a wee. Fantastic.

As for the main characters, Susan was spot on, absolutely nailed it. Marc Warren was creepy as hell, the thieves were well done, though I did spend most of the time thinking Peter Guinness would make a good Vimes. The Wizards could have been a bit better, but hey, you can't have everything. I was really impressed with Death though, the movement, the voice, absolutely sold it to me. Brilliant

Can't wait for the DVD so I can watch it without the incessant adverts.

Of planes, trains and very cool automobiles

Bless my mother and her mid life crisis. She has bought a sports car.

A Toyota Celica 1.8. Which I'm sure isn't particularly high spec in any way, but really who cares? it looks pretty, its low, it has leather seats, six forward gears and its the absolute polar opposite to my wardrobe on wheels in every way bar the colour. (Though umpteen trips across muddy back roads in Somerset and a run in with the drive way gate is doing a rather stellar job at hiding that fact.)

I'm also not allowed to drive it. Hmmph.

Though I did get to spin it around an empty car park. Hee.

Mother however did not share in my joy of sliding sideways. So we went home.

Baaaa!

On discovery of a real life's friend blog, I'll follow in hot pursuit. You never know, I might update it more than twice