So we find ourselves at New Year's Eve, and I do wonder where the time went. But then I remember that we had the outlaws over for Christmas, illness in the ranks, a visit to the theatre to see a pantomine (Aladdin, more of a song-and-dance show than an oh-no-you-didn't, with Lilly Savage, who held the show together), and to the cinema to see a film (latest Narnia pic, in 3D, and it was least good of the three, and I am starting to see Mark Kermode's point on 3D, coz it was just a film where now and then the 3D sort of looked good, but the price to pay was at other times it looked a bit odd. And don't get me started on the Michael Cain glasses). We also fitted in a visit up North to see Brad and Angelina, along with our other friends whose pseudonym I always forget, so let's call them David and Samantha. Lovely evening, and I even stayed awake until nearly midnight.
New Year I have just been told that we are in fact going out tonight after all, to David and Samantha's, which is nice. To be honest, this period is for me a couple of set pieces that do not quite live up to expectations, with a lot of lovely relaxed time in between, so I am setting my sights low, not because of any expectations of inadequacy, but more so that it is better than I expected, which is always the best way to be.
We are very much looking forward to 2011, which already has some good things to which we can look forward. By Easter we should have our extension completed, for which we can barely wait. We are visiting Taff and being visited by Bass-boy and Teacher, and after Easter we are off to Center Parcs with Brad and Angelina, where me and Maggot 1 hope to try out our little fishing kits, Christmas presents from GG. We are also going to Glastonbury with Brad and Angelina in June. Much discussion about what we are wearing, and how we will cope with what will be, frankly, hardships around basic living to which we don't generally expose ourselves. I am very much looking forward to it, and can only hope that the weather does us a favour, and it only rains up North somewhere (I hear Manchester likes a lot of rain).
As for New Year's Resolutions, this year I have vowed not to have any, but rather remind myself of the Big Rules of Life, one's which I should live at any time of the year. More on these another time.
Have a good New Year's Eve, and see you next year.
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Friday, 31 December 2010
Monday, 20 December 2010
The home stretch
Ever since my days working at a construction company, which closed for two weeks of Christmas, the thought of working between Christmas and New Year has been an anathema for me, so I find myself in the final week before some well-deserved time off.
To be honest, the construction company spoilt me, as the truth is that my three to four days of holiday usually get me much less than two weeks. This year I get nine days off, which is really just a week off with a weekend each end, but let's not split the cracker before the turkey is basted.
This final week will be pretty busy, since it makes sense for everyone if I can close down as many actions as possible before the break, since a week off and as many mince pies as I can eat will rot even the most sturdy of brains down to something resembling mince pie filling. The trick is of course to write down last thing Friday everything I will need to do for the first couple of days back at work. If only I didn't also lose the power to read, they would come in very useful.
Other news in the Scobi household is that the weather is getting right on my wotsits. I am meant to be having a new shed erected Tuesday, something I will chase today to see the likelihood of it actually happening. I would also desperately like to be giving my new door frame an undercoat, and making good the render on the outside, but both activities really need to be done in temperatures ten degrees centigrade or higher, and the prospect of the thermometer reaching that heady number are about as likely as the trains running on time.
Finally, spare a thought for my relics. They flew from Spain (twenty degrees, rained twice last month) to the UK (minus wotever, snowing constantly) last Tuesday, having had to re-arrange their flight from two weeks earlier, which was cancelled due to snow. They were due to return on Saturday, so on Friday night they stayed at a Gatwick hotel ready for their 0620 flight Saturday morning. They were on the Easyjet plane, but due to the cold, the rear doors could not be fully closed, and by the time the engineers had finished their full English and attended to said door, the snow was thickly falling and they were returned to the terminal. They bought a flight from Monarch, and got to 1800 hours before being told the flight was going nowhere, to arrive back home at 2330 hours. The next Easyjet flight is not until Christmas Eve, so they have gone Monarch whose prices have mysteriously doubled in the intervening day, for this coming Tuesday. Let's hope the snow stays away and the airport schedule returns to something like normal so their low-priority flight can get off the ground. Needless to say they may well not come back to the UK half way through their six months next year.
To be honest, the construction company spoilt me, as the truth is that my three to four days of holiday usually get me much less than two weeks. This year I get nine days off, which is really just a week off with a weekend each end, but let's not split the cracker before the turkey is basted.
This final week will be pretty busy, since it makes sense for everyone if I can close down as many actions as possible before the break, since a week off and as many mince pies as I can eat will rot even the most sturdy of brains down to something resembling mince pie filling. The trick is of course to write down last thing Friday everything I will need to do for the first couple of days back at work. If only I didn't also lose the power to read, they would come in very useful.
Other news in the Scobi household is that the weather is getting right on my wotsits. I am meant to be having a new shed erected Tuesday, something I will chase today to see the likelihood of it actually happening. I would also desperately like to be giving my new door frame an undercoat, and making good the render on the outside, but both activities really need to be done in temperatures ten degrees centigrade or higher, and the prospect of the thermometer reaching that heady number are about as likely as the trains running on time.
Finally, spare a thought for my relics. They flew from Spain (twenty degrees, rained twice last month) to the UK (minus wotever, snowing constantly) last Tuesday, having had to re-arrange their flight from two weeks earlier, which was cancelled due to snow. They were due to return on Saturday, so on Friday night they stayed at a Gatwick hotel ready for their 0620 flight Saturday morning. They were on the Easyjet plane, but due to the cold, the rear doors could not be fully closed, and by the time the engineers had finished their full English and attended to said door, the snow was thickly falling and they were returned to the terminal. They bought a flight from Monarch, and got to 1800 hours before being told the flight was going nowhere, to arrive back home at 2330 hours. The next Easyjet flight is not until Christmas Eve, so they have gone Monarch whose prices have mysteriously doubled in the intervening day, for this coming Tuesday. Let's hope the snow stays away and the airport schedule returns to something like normal so their low-priority flight can get off the ground. Needless to say they may well not come back to the UK half way through their six months next year.
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