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Monday, 29 October 2012

No lunches to be made

It is half term, so as the title suggests, there are no packed lunches to be made today.  The rest of the Scobi clan are having a lie in whilst I am at the grind stone.

I have finished my Fat Boy Slim remix competition, and if I say so myself (and I may be the only one TO say anything) it is pretty good.  Let's hope Mr Slim thinks so.

On that note, gotta go, Strictly: It Takes Two is about to start.  Gotta check out the armography.


Friday, 26 October 2012

And . . . relax

So here we are, at Friday again.  Guess what, it was a busy week.  Starting to sound like a broken record I know, but it is the final quarter of the financial year, and that always tends to bring out the weirdos asking impossible things, and throw in three local projects all with the status of "most urgent"*, sprinkle in sickness in the Scobi household and season with a healthy application of tiredness, and you have the perfect storm.

The good news is that it is half term next week, so at least 75% of the household will be taking a break, and from Wednesday it will be a full house 100%, as I have 3 days off.  Can't wait.

Enjoy your weekend, and speak next week.

* Go figure, as our American brethren say, how you can have three things as top priority.   Bit like Starfleet, it can get pretty busy at the top.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Please don't shout

I know, I know, I have not blogged for ages.

Things are busy.

Had a fantastic weekend, although Saturday night was cut short with a four and a half hour visit to A&E with Maggot 2.  The symptoms of a fever and a hot knee joint were the things that we were to look out for after our doctor's appointment on Friday evening.  Turns out that he just had a fever as well as a bad knee, the latter having had an x-ray just to be sure there we nothing broken.

It was great to see everyone, and also great to hear Brad and Angelina's bonkers plans for camper vans and houses.  Never ones for the simple or the ordinary, and I wish them the best of luck in their searches for both.

It is half term next week, and I have Wednesday to Friday off, which is fantastic, although will cause issues with the big "challenge" we have at work at the moment.  My philosophy is, right or wrong, that if well planned you should always have time off, because as sure as eggs is eggs, no time is actually a good time to be on holiday, and yet at the same time the world continues to revolve and, give or take, stuff gets done in your absence*.

Have a great week, and speak later.  Or, I should, speak again tomorrow.

* Although the alternative scenario is that you return from two weeks holiday to find everything exactly as it was when you left it.

Friday, 19 October 2012

And . . . relax

The fact that this is my first blog since Monday is all the evidence I need to confirm that it has been a busy week.  Some Maggot unwellness has added to the stress and needless to say I am very glad it is Friday.

We have Phase 2 or our birthday celebrations this weekend.  Brad and Angelina are coming down Saturday to stay the night, and to attend a meal for six we are having Saturday evening, the missing two being David and Samantha.

I have a lot to talk to Brad about this weekend.  Firstly I want a bit of a fishing chat, having been granted permission from LO for another day out.  I also need to talk to him about a remix competition he sent me, to remix a Fat Boy Slim track, as part of 10 year celebrations of You've Come a Long Way Baby.  I have a remix ready for his review, even though I don't really think it is finished.  It is certainly getting there, but I need a bit more polishing and probably need to get another section in to it to extend the time, as it is only just over 2 minutes at the moment.

Otherwise, there is not much about which to talk.  Both LO and I added another year to our age this week, but as already mentioned, we celebrated last weekend and this weekend, so on the actual day there was no celebrations.  A few letters, texts and calls, but otherwise a casual observer would not have notices anything happening.

I played tennis on Wednesday, and unbeknown to me my wallet, phone and shoe (complete with sock stuffed inside) fell out my bag.  After a fruitless search, I retrieved 2 of my tennis-playing buddies for an extended search, and during that we decided to ring my phone, which turned out to already be at the police station.  Thanks very much to the person who handed it in, because it saved me a lot of hassle.  I am unable to say thanks to this good Samaritan personally because they did not tick the "I can be contacted" box, but needless to say, I am very grateful.

I had to wait until 9am the next day to retrieve the items.  The lady on reception, who I am guessing has seen most things in her working time there, read out the list of items, and on my response that they had fallen out of my tennis bag, said "I had assumed these were during a big night out".  I had to laugh.

Anyhow, have a great weekend, and speak next week.

Monday, 15 October 2012

And so begins another week

We had a fantastic weekend away in the 'van.  It was a birthday weekend, if you recall, and so we overdosed on both cake and beer.  The weather was so much better that we should expect for October.  We packed waterproofs and wellies, and did not think even once about using them.  The sun shone, Fi and Chi was eaten, and we visited the hardware store in Lymington.  This hardware store, if it is not familiar to you, has become something of a ritual for us.  We park in the Waitrose car park, to return within the 2 hour parking limit and to purchase any bits we need for the Saturday night.  We then stroll in to town, stop off in the hardware store (washing up basket was this visit's purchase) before taking in the market, which consists of down the left side of the road, stop at the Fi and Chi shop for lunch, take that down to the harbour to eat whilst watching the boats and birds.  The we return back up the right hand side, or rather the left hand side when we are going back up the hill.

The it is back to the site, Maggots go off and play for a bit, then off the the swimming pool for a swim, jacuzzi and steam room session.

That makes us feel clean and worthy, meaning we need to be back at the 'van as quickly as possible to open the first beer.

Our next trip is to Crystal Palace for a day out in London.  I am probably taking off half a day to ensure that we can leave promptly, and we will also probably get the 'van back to the drive during the week so we can pack it, and actually so I can clean it, because with these short trips, there is no time or inclination to wash it, but it is getting tatty.  I even had to wipe a bit of moss off one side rail because it was offending my eye.

For this trip, we plan to do the V&A Film Costumes exhibition, followed by Ripleys.  i.e. one for the adults, one for the kids, although having said that there are some Star Wars and Indiana Jones costumes, so they will get something from it as well.

This week is gonna be busy.  LO has a bunch of early morning breakfast meetings which mean that I am doing the school run and the odd pick up as well, as well as being in the office for three days.  Roll on Friday.

Have a good week, and speak soon.

Friday, 12 October 2012

And . . . relax, a bit more

I find myself with a chance to catch a breath before the end of the day.  LO is late (for her) in the office so our departure time for the 'van is delayed a bit, giving me time to take stock, kick back and ponder the world we live in.

One thing that I have been wondering for a while is whether I should stop blogging.  I am not getting as much time as I once was to do so, which means the frequency is dipping, and so it seems is the readership, down to very low number of viewers per day.  It is not exactly that I do it for the readership, but if no-one is reading it, why bother typing it.  Borrowing from the "if a tree in a forest falls over but no-one is within earshot, does it make a noise" type reasoning, then if no-one is reading, does that mean I am not really writing?

And then I take a quick peak for this week and find twelve people read my blog today.  Twelve people.  And that equates to 80 page reads.  I must be writing some really good s##t, or that hidden "porn" tag I tested is really doing the business.  Either that or, unbeknown to me, 'vannin' is some new variant on dogging?  Whatever the reason, thx for dropping by, and do visit again.

Anyhow, whoever you are, thanks for reading.  I must get the car packed and all things ship-shape and Bristol fashion before LO gets home, to avoid "the stare".  Have a good one and speak next week.

And . . . relax

You don't need me to tell you that I am not blogging much at the moment.  Falling in to the old bad ways is probably what Bad Man is thinking.  My only defence is the fact I am a tad busy right now with work and home.

In fact, I may as well just repeat my blog from last Friday, except this weekend we are going 'vannin' with A&E, which will be lovely.  When we are busy, as we are now, the lead up is nothing but hassle, but come 9pm when we are tucking in to fish pie and our fourth beer and/or red wine and/or champagne (after all it is a birthday weekend for both LO and me) and the boys are beating the girls -- again -- at Canasta, then all of the world's worries will, for the hour until I fall asleep over the cards, gently fall away to leave a very contented chap.

We had planned to go to a fairly local site, but a mix up on bookings, with A&E only booking one night and, can you believe it, the site being totally booked on Saturday night, meant we had to cancel the lot and return to one of our favourite haunts (in Autumn/Winter anyway), namely Litten Lawns.  This means that we will be eating Fi & Chi in Lymington for Saturday lunchtime, because it is the law, and likely spending some time at the sister site swimming with the maggots, which saves us all the hassle of a shower at the site.

Have a great weekend, take it easy, feel free to wish me happy birthday as you take the first sip of whatever Friday evening balm takes your fancy, and speak next week.

Friday, 5 October 2012

And . . . relax

The weeks are whizzing by at the moment, and it doesn't feel like seven days since I last wrote my Friday blog.  Oh well, that probably means either that I am very busy or having too much fun.  I think I know which it is, but then again us men can be fickle.

This weekend is a birthday weekend for Maggot 2.  His actual birthday is next Tuesday, but we have Nanny, Mick and GG over on Saturday for home-made pizzas, and on Sunday afternoon we have a football party co-hosted with is best friend H.  This has been an event fraught with difficulties, mostly around Maggot 2 "not inviting him coz he is rubbish at football".  We had a few conciliatory words about it being about the taking part, not the winning, which fell on deaf ears, so we just got H to invite them.  At one stage, they were inviting every boy in their class bar one, and he had already invited Maggot 2 to his party, but we managed to win that battle.  There are even a couple of girls being invited, which is almost unheard of, but then we will need someone to cut up the orange quarters*.

Have a great weekend, and speak next week.

* now, before you burn your bra, I was only joking.  We are not having oranges.

Wednesday, 3 October 2012


The bane of the modern office worker. Nice to be in a face-to-face one, but the fact I am blogging suggests this one is not occupying all my attention. Oops, just been asked a question, better go.