An update --- just because...

[alicephilippa]

Not a lot that could be classed as significant has happened since the last time I posted.

I'm still waiting for a clinic appointment, although I am allegedly on the waiting list. But the wheels of the NHS grind slowly.

A new disk in the desktop PC lasted a whole 3 days. Brilliant eh? The old dodgy IBM Deathstar lasted 5 years.

Didn't have an overly brilliant Saturday:

• Spent part of the morning getting a code release for the company website up on to the server. (No, it's not my code).
• went into town to do the shopping after lunch. Managed to trip and cut a toe on a jagged lump of concrete --- thank you VRBC.
• Had a run in with a youth, I'm wandering down the main shopping street in town wearing a black velvet skirt, youth leaves his mates and comes over, "you gay or summat?". "Why? You cruising?" Cue his mates collapsing with laughter.

Sunday was a bit better.

• Furniture rearrangement happened. So, it's goodbye grey fabric covered chesterfield, and welcome to green leather covered sofa. Suppose the old one better go on freecycle, along with an enormous old chest of drawers.
• sliced index finger open moving chest of drawers --- yet more of my blood leaking away.
• had a curry for dinner at a friends house, ended up sitting on the lounge floor nattering. There appears to be something missing there, oh yes, a green leather sofa...
• bottled up another batch of pickled onions

Today continued the trail of mishaps...

• missed the train this morning.
• work was busy, as a result of a reorganisation of desks and personnel into the newly fitted out part of the building. The furniture move was done on Saturday.
• finished tidying up at home after the weekends efforts.
• rehung the lounge door with normal hinges rather than rising butt hinges. In doing this I appear to have done my back in.
• improved the cable routing for the DVD player etc., by putting extra holes in the back of the unit. However, afterwards, whilst putting the tools away, I managed to bury the tip of a wood drill bit in my thigh, guess what? More blood leaking away.

Let's see if I can get through Tuesday without putting holes in myself. The chances are not good, I need to do a bit of joinery, so it wouldn't surprise me if I buried a wood chisel in my flesh at some point.

Alice.