Well, having got up as usual on Friday to be greeted with a summons to do jury service in Oxford of all places, and having been to work as usual, needless to say I was very tired by the time I got home. So I was fairly impressed with my packing efforts that evening - such a wonderful sister I have, nearly as impressed as I was with managing to update my webpages (yes, I know there's a very long way to go, but at least this is a start, and thanks to the IRC room I frequent I now know that I need to go and learn about
, and some other bits.....
Ickle sisters are also adept at getting big sisters out of bed - she knew I'd been planning on leaving at 11 am, and got me up about 9.30 - the leaving at 11 thing simply didn't happen - I knew it wouldn't as I sat down to a proper sized mug of coffee for breakfast. Spoke to my friend's Dad to arrange to get the keys, and then leave getting the bus at 12.30 pm. Make it to Waterloo without too many difficulties - I'm always wary about playing about on the tube with awkard/heavy luggage. Then made it to Oxford Street to do some shopping - with the hours I've been working/my travelling time, I simply haven't had the chance to do any nice shopping at all, so I can just about rationalise the amount of money I spent. Much as protests are great things (though I simply don't know what to believe about Iraq), I'd really have preferred it if it hadn't been last Saturday - I couldn't get a seat in the cafe in Allders for ages, and I really did need to sit, cos I had a suitcase with me, that I'd been dragging about for hours.
Met my friend's Dad to collect the key, and then went to Tescos for some groceries, and then travelled to my friend's house. Again, I'd been avoiding the tube until quite late - 8.30 ish, because of the sheer number of marchers all over the place. Found the place at the first attempt - which I was really pleased about - it's in the middle of a housing estate, where it's quite easy to get confused as to which way you need to go. Then I was greeted by the cat as I walked in the door - and within minutes found myself talking to it/being molested as it started to climb all over me. I still get scared of the claws and the teeth, but cats are cuddly, not quite so cuddly as little sisters though.
Managed to cook my microwave meal - I was far too tired to think about proper cooking, and then unpacked and went to bed, having got over my initial shock at there being balloons attached to the wall by my bed. Then I started to read the new books I'd bought, before going asleep, to be woken at 6.40 am by the cat's miaowing - I tried ignoring it, but after about ten minutes I couldn't - so I got up and gave her (I think it's a her) some attention, listened to radio 4 for the first time in ages, and had breakfast. Was still fairly tired, having been very interested in my new books so was quite lazy - listened to the Service at 8 am, and was pleasantly surprised to hear some of my most favourite pieces of music - The impossible dream, the prologue from Joseph, you'll never walk alone, climb every mountain (Sound of Music). Had begun to ache horribly from all the carrying I'd done - my shoulders and my arms hurt, almost as if I've bruised them. Got dressed, and embarked on househunting - saw two places I liked, but they went to other people. Went to the cinema with my friend when she came home - saw 8 Mile; can't say I really liked it - yes it was well made and everything else, but I just don't see the amusement in watching people who always react to every crisis by starting a punch up.....
Worked out how to make the shower work and went to bed - to be woken by my radio at 7.15 - I lie and doze for another hour - I really shouldn't have done that, but I was tired and I still ached, but eventually got up, dressed, found something to eat, put the rubbish out and got to work by 9.05, which is fine.
Have done very little work at all today - and am going off for an Open Evening about the LPC for September this evening, which means househunting is on hold until tomorrow at the earliest.
Ickle sisters are also adept at getting big sisters out of bed - she knew I'd been planning on leaving at 11 am, and got me up about 9.30 - the leaving at 11 thing simply didn't happen - I knew it wouldn't as I sat down to a proper sized mug of coffee for breakfast. Spoke to my friend's Dad to arrange to get the keys, and then leave getting the bus at 12.30 pm. Make it to Waterloo without too many difficulties - I'm always wary about playing about on the tube with awkard/heavy luggage. Then made it to Oxford Street to do some shopping - with the hours I've been working/my travelling time, I simply haven't had the chance to do any nice shopping at all, so I can just about rationalise the amount of money I spent. Much as protests are great things (though I simply don't know what to believe about Iraq), I'd really have preferred it if it hadn't been last Saturday - I couldn't get a seat in the cafe in Allders for ages, and I really did need to sit, cos I had a suitcase with me, that I'd been dragging about for hours.
Met my friend's Dad to collect the key, and then went to Tescos for some groceries, and then travelled to my friend's house. Again, I'd been avoiding the tube until quite late - 8.30 ish, because of the sheer number of marchers all over the place. Found the place at the first attempt - which I was really pleased about - it's in the middle of a housing estate, where it's quite easy to get confused as to which way you need to go. Then I was greeted by the cat as I walked in the door - and within minutes found myself talking to it/being molested as it started to climb all over me. I still get scared of the claws and the teeth, but cats are cuddly, not quite so cuddly as little sisters though.
Managed to cook my microwave meal - I was far too tired to think about proper cooking, and then unpacked and went to bed, having got over my initial shock at there being balloons attached to the wall by my bed. Then I started to read the new books I'd bought, before going asleep, to be woken at 6.40 am by the cat's miaowing - I tried ignoring it, but after about ten minutes I couldn't - so I got up and gave her (I think it's a her) some attention, listened to radio 4 for the first time in ages, and had breakfast. Was still fairly tired, having been very interested in my new books so was quite lazy - listened to the Service at 8 am, and was pleasantly surprised to hear some of my most favourite pieces of music - The impossible dream, the prologue from Joseph, you'll never walk alone, climb every mountain (Sound of Music). Had begun to ache horribly from all the carrying I'd done - my shoulders and my arms hurt, almost as if I've bruised them. Got dressed, and embarked on househunting - saw two places I liked, but they went to other people. Went to the cinema with my friend when she came home - saw 8 Mile; can't say I really liked it - yes it was well made and everything else, but I just don't see the amusement in watching people who always react to every crisis by starting a punch up.....
Worked out how to make the shower work and went to bed - to be woken by my radio at 7.15 - I lie and doze for another hour - I really shouldn't have done that, but I was tired and I still ached, but eventually got up, dressed, found something to eat, put the rubbish out and got to work by 9.05, which is fine.
Have done very little work at all today - and am going off for an Open Evening about the LPC for September this evening, which means househunting is on hold until tomorrow at the earliest.