July 28th, 2008

Photo - Sunset pink

That was nice...

A lovely weekend, all told. The weather has been gorgeous, I've managed to get two large loads of washing done and engaged in non-energetic activities despite the heat...

Mind you, Friday was kind of annoying. I did intend to write about it at the time, but in the end chose not to because most of the annoyances were petty little things (including a ridiculous Air Conditioning Drama at work, Sandra being completely useless again and my having to go and chase her - as a little test later on when I was bored, I copy-typed [and tidied up, putting in paragraphs] what she'd taken about five hours to do, and did so in 30 minutes...) which simply weren't worth worrying about.

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Sunday was equally unproductive. After Eastenders Paul and I went for a walk in the sunshine, up to Highbury park and through it, then up to Kings Heath park and back that way. In the evening we watched Brazil whilst wilting from the heat, and then went to bed.

Hello, summer! :)

Mind you, when we had that heatwave two years ago, it was about this hot in early June and then kept getting warmer, so this is actually a lot better. This is NORMAL. And our office has air conditioning, so hopefully I won't get ill again...

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Now I just need to Lose Some Weight. And also buy some better scales. I cannot have put on half a stone since I last checked. I just can't. If that's true, I was overweight a stone-and-a-half ago. :(

Aaanyway. That's enough of that. Over and out.

(PS: Note to self - check cinema times for new X-Files movie and post to Facebook for those going...)
JC - Jonathan - eww

*iz ded*

Oh my God. OH MY GOD.



That is all.

(I made the horrible error of mopping the kitchen floor a few minutes ago and right now am meant to be doing prep-work on my Greek-style pie because it takes so bloody long to cook, but am taking a breather from the OHGODSOHOT. Alas, the mopping was an essential chore because Paul spilt an entire glass of wine on the floor last night. To be fair, it was an accident. We bought a bag of Maris Piper potatoes and 90% of them had gone completely rotten and spongy and LEAKED everywhere, so he touched one and - understandably - recoiled in horror, sending the glass flying... But still. GAH. SO BLOODY HOT.)

ETA: YAY THUNDER! (It's about time...)