I’m dropping the cat at the cattery this morning, running a load of errands, and packing ready for a long weekend away in Newcastle. I need to squeeze in some actual work along the way. Feeling a bit panicked.
Not really ready for it to be my turn yet, as we’re about to get up and head parkwards. Can someone else go first and I’ll pick up the slack later? Cheers.
God, there’s a bloke who works here that really grinds my gears just by his very being.
Harsh, I know.
He has that floppy young-Tory hair, wears his trousers low slung around his hips, struts around the place like, well, like a Tory, always leans back in his chair with his legs gaping and when he’s talking to a woman always leans in close with his arm on the back of their chair, before resting his hand on their shoulder as he leaves. Can I report him to HR for offending my eyeline?
Off work for a week now, first festival of the year starts tomorrow. Very excited, trying to remember what I’ve forgotten to pack and hoping the weather stays like this.
Just as I was bemoaning the insufficient quantity of good boys and girls on our park walk this morning, I spotted a German Shepherd and a brown and white border Collie, absolutely beauties and the very best of friends. Chasing and jumping all over each other which served to remind me that I don’t really want a dog. I want TWO dogs because seeing two dogs playing happily together is one of the purest and most joyful things a person can witness.
Had a thoroughly lovely time watching Rumours of Fleetwood Mac last night at the Hexagon. Wish @avery was able to enjoy it more. I felt very young in that audience. We were sat down until the last two songs and I had to try to restrain the enthusiasm of my head bopping a bit as I seemed to be one of the only ones with a jerky head…
Work
Need to buy sunglasses and stuff - cba
Leftovers for lunch and veggies lasagne again for dinner -