I have had some fun at work, and son anti-fun. These have appeared at each end of my week, separated by a Wednesday, because as any physicist worth her salt knows, if you mix fun and anti-fun you end up in Scunthorpe.
That reminds my of the old "Acrington Stanley, who are they?" advert.
At home, we have finished decorating Maggot 2's bedroom, which is looking lovely, so lovely in fact that a smile almost broke out on Maggot 2's face, something the teen police are investigating as a potential case of excessive exposure of teenage joy.
We have a wedding this weekend, just for adults, starting with a "quiet" couple of beers and a curry tonight, and all day tomorrow from 2pm. I am even wearing a tie, which does not sit well with me, but a necessary evil to gain access to all the free drink.
Maggot 2 has football training Saturday and a "friendly" match on Sunday, against the team now named as our number one nemesis. Let's call them The Team Who Cannot be Named. We are due a win, and after last week's positive showing (by effort if not score) against the team who will likely be top, or near the top, of the league this coming season, we hope to give The Team Who Cannot be Named a right tonking.
If the weather stays fine, I may even cut the grass.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
Friday, 28 August 2015
And . . . relax
We are currently decorating Maggot 1's bedroom. This is something of a "coming of age update" in that we are changing it from a child's to a teenager's bedroom. So it is both satisfying to get it looking clean and new, and touching to be setting him up for the next phase of life. I have also stated to anyone who will listen that this is it now until he leaves for Uni, when we will be renting it out before he thinks to come back*.
So, out is the mid-sleeper bed, currently on eBay, and in comes a "normal" bed, a wardrobe with hanging space** and a desk for homework.
The decorating itself has been as bad as it gets. Our house, built around 1900, is of solid-wall construction, actually it does have a very small cavity according to a neighbour, though it behaves a lot like a solid wall building, which means that the inside walls need to "breathe". Lining paper and silk emulsion on Maggot's 1 walls, combined with some external cracks***, meant some crumbling of plaster. Removing the lining paper also removed, in plenty of places, small or large bits of plaster, so we have had to strip it right back, fill and sand, paint a scratch coat, fill and sand again as the paint shows up all the imperfections, and finally paint again.
Maggot 1 wants a feature wall on the only internal wall, so the three external walls are now painted with white matt (the same as the ceiling), and the ceiling and three walls have taken 7.5 litres of white paint. We have done four coats I think, but that is a massive amount of paint for what is a normal sized room. The end result is very pleasing. The worst wall will need some remedial work in 3-6 months I think, but overall it it is looking great.
As for the feature wall, Maggot 1 had originally set his heart on a metalic blue paint we saw in a DIY shop, but that is obviously so popular that we cannot find it anywhere. He has gone instead for wallpaper, a white brick-effect paper that will give it the New York Loft effect, which, combined with the Plumen light fitting, will make it just right.
Maggot 2 has a football match tomorrow, but other than that, it is time at home for the whole weekend, finishing the room so that we can build and install the furniture and clear out the library, currently chocka block with stuff.
Have a great weekend, speak next week.
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* Only joking son
** now that he has shirts and blazers
*** which you may recall we fixed last Summer with a marathon cutting out of cracks with a grinding disk, filling in the mess we made, and and re-painting with several coats of masonry paint, a job that took most of the Summer
So, out is the mid-sleeper bed, currently on eBay, and in comes a "normal" bed, a wardrobe with hanging space** and a desk for homework.
The decorating itself has been as bad as it gets. Our house, built around 1900, is of solid-wall construction, actually it does have a very small cavity according to a neighbour, though it behaves a lot like a solid wall building, which means that the inside walls need to "breathe". Lining paper and silk emulsion on Maggot's 1 walls, combined with some external cracks***, meant some crumbling of plaster. Removing the lining paper also removed, in plenty of places, small or large bits of plaster, so we have had to strip it right back, fill and sand, paint a scratch coat, fill and sand again as the paint shows up all the imperfections, and finally paint again.
Maggot 1 wants a feature wall on the only internal wall, so the three external walls are now painted with white matt (the same as the ceiling), and the ceiling and three walls have taken 7.5 litres of white paint. We have done four coats I think, but that is a massive amount of paint for what is a normal sized room. The end result is very pleasing. The worst wall will need some remedial work in 3-6 months I think, but overall it it is looking great.
As for the feature wall, Maggot 1 had originally set his heart on a metalic blue paint we saw in a DIY shop, but that is obviously so popular that we cannot find it anywhere. He has gone instead for wallpaper, a white brick-effect paper that will give it the New York Loft effect, which, combined with the Plumen light fitting, will make it just right.
Maggot 2 has a football match tomorrow, but other than that, it is time at home for the whole weekend, finishing the room so that we can build and install the furniture and clear out the library, currently chocka block with stuff.
Have a great weekend, speak next week.
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* Only joking son
** now that he has shirts and blazers
*** which you may recall we fixed last Summer with a marathon cutting out of cracks with a grinding disk, filling in the mess we made, and and re-painting with several coats of masonry paint, a job that took most of the Summer
Friday, 21 August 2015
Now I need to relax a bit less
I am now at the end of my first week back at work after two weeks away. It is always hard to return, what with the inbox overload, the "do I give a wotsit?" feeling and "wow, doesn't the real world go fast".
We had a most fantastic holiday. Our accommodation was a static caravan, perhaps a "lodge" may be nearer the mark. It was compact, but had everything we needed, including air-conditioning, which was very welcome on may occasions. The lodges were fairly crammed in, certainly more than the online images had suggested*, but once we were in, as is usually the case, we got fairly comfortable with both our lodgings and our surroundings. We had a table and 3 recliners on the decking, and a barbeque in our "front yard".
The main draw was being 1 minute from the beach. We spent most of the first week on the beach, and most of the second weekend split 50/50 between the pool and the sea.
We snorkeled, we swam, we played volleyball, beach tennis and read**. We ate pizza, drank 1664, and visited a number or excellent places, including Montpellier, Pezanas, Sete and Carcassonne. We all got tanned. Three of us got a little burnt***, but not too bad. My legs, which started three shades whiter than the whitest colour known to man, even got a little colour, though if I am being honest, it is hard to tell.
Overall, it was just what we wanted. It was not perfect, but as time went by, we did not want it to end.
Our journey down was horrendous. We booked the tunnel about six months ago. Good value, quick to get to France, just what we wanted. On the day, however, Project Stack was in action, so we took an hour and a half extra to get there, and were delayed around an hour at the terminal, but we did get over to the other side without too much pain.
We then hit all the traffic, which added a further three hours to the journey.
Our hotel, half way, was very nice. A local, one-off hotel, but neat, tidy, clean and good value. It was in Bourges, which turned out to be a lovely town, full of interesting architecture, from Elisabethan onwards.
The second day should have taken five hours. Unfortunately, and rather naively I expect you will conclude, we did not take in to account the French holiday season, which started on that very day, so our journey down was shared with nearly every French citizen from the North of the country. The whole journey down followed the classic concertina principle, going from eighty miles an hour down to zero, over and over and over again. After maybe three hours, we made an executive decision to get off the peage and go by "A" roads, all free, and much slower. We managed to clear an hour an a half of the journey (at normal rate or travel) in around three hours. The up side was that we got to see a bit of France, which was nice, though it did also mean plenty of villages and towns and their forty kilometre an hour speed limits. We were aiming for a town on the Tom Tom, and we stopped there for one of our world-famous car picnics, the size and extravagance of which is in proportion to the hassle of the journey proceeding it, so this one was gigantic.
Once refreshed, we got back on the peage and had a fairly clean journey for the final hour or two.
Following the adage that there is no point getting old if you don't get crafty, for our return journey we decided to "leave early". The alarm went off at 4am and we were out before 4.30am. Our car was outside the site because the gates are locked overnight, and we set off on what should have been a five hour journey, to find that it was actually a four hour fifty-five minute journey, meaning we arrived at the hotel before 10am, and had to kill several hours getting some food, and doing some shopping, the latter inhibited by the fact that it was a public holiday that day, so many of the shops were closed.
Day two and the alarm went at 4.30am, and we were out by 4.45am, and again, the five hour journey took four hours and fifty-five minutes, so we were at the tunnel very early, so early in fact that we had to pay a supplement to get on the next departure, money we paid with pleasure to get home.
Having been really worried about the French side of the Tunnel, in the end we had no hassle, saw no immigrants, nor any evidence of problems, apart from a small pile of burnt something, probably the remnants of the French lorry or ferry workers strike. How those chaps love their burning tyres.
Now we are home, and are cracking on with the decorating of Maggot 1's bedroom. It needs stripping back to bare walls, before we put it back together again. I have help from Maggot 1 and this weekend should see us finishing stripping, filling and sanding, and maybe even getting the ceilings done.
While we were away, my dad also re-decorated the back room. We wanted the silk replaced with gloss****, some general cracks and marks cleaned up, and wallpaper on the main wall. The latter, I have to say, is absolutely fantastic, really lifts the room and if anything, makes it lighter, which does not make sense, but is empirically true. We are absolutely delighted with it.
Finally, LO and I celebrated fifteen years of marriage on Wednesday, so with the nine years it took us to getting round to tying the knot, means twenty-four blissful years. I am speaking for LO of course.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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* What kind of fool believes the online pictures? Ed
** The Paperwhite Kindles coming in to their own
*** Me being the most sensible one
**** As part of your ongoing campaign to banish all silk woodwork paint. Never again will we use anything but gloss
We had a most fantastic holiday. Our accommodation was a static caravan, perhaps a "lodge" may be nearer the mark. It was compact, but had everything we needed, including air-conditioning, which was very welcome on may occasions. The lodges were fairly crammed in, certainly more than the online images had suggested*, but once we were in, as is usually the case, we got fairly comfortable with both our lodgings and our surroundings. We had a table and 3 recliners on the decking, and a barbeque in our "front yard".
The main draw was being 1 minute from the beach. We spent most of the first week on the beach, and most of the second weekend split 50/50 between the pool and the sea.
We snorkeled, we swam, we played volleyball, beach tennis and read**. We ate pizza, drank 1664, and visited a number or excellent places, including Montpellier, Pezanas, Sete and Carcassonne. We all got tanned. Three of us got a little burnt***, but not too bad. My legs, which started three shades whiter than the whitest colour known to man, even got a little colour, though if I am being honest, it is hard to tell.
Overall, it was just what we wanted. It was not perfect, but as time went by, we did not want it to end.
Our journey down was horrendous. We booked the tunnel about six months ago. Good value, quick to get to France, just what we wanted. On the day, however, Project Stack was in action, so we took an hour and a half extra to get there, and were delayed around an hour at the terminal, but we did get over to the other side without too much pain.
We then hit all the traffic, which added a further three hours to the journey.
Our hotel, half way, was very nice. A local, one-off hotel, but neat, tidy, clean and good value. It was in Bourges, which turned out to be a lovely town, full of interesting architecture, from Elisabethan onwards.
The second day should have taken five hours. Unfortunately, and rather naively I expect you will conclude, we did not take in to account the French holiday season, which started on that very day, so our journey down was shared with nearly every French citizen from the North of the country. The whole journey down followed the classic concertina principle, going from eighty miles an hour down to zero, over and over and over again. After maybe three hours, we made an executive decision to get off the peage and go by "A" roads, all free, and much slower. We managed to clear an hour an a half of the journey (at normal rate or travel) in around three hours. The up side was that we got to see a bit of France, which was nice, though it did also mean plenty of villages and towns and their forty kilometre an hour speed limits. We were aiming for a town on the Tom Tom, and we stopped there for one of our world-famous car picnics, the size and extravagance of which is in proportion to the hassle of the journey proceeding it, so this one was gigantic.
Once refreshed, we got back on the peage and had a fairly clean journey for the final hour or two.
Following the adage that there is no point getting old if you don't get crafty, for our return journey we decided to "leave early". The alarm went off at 4am and we were out before 4.30am. Our car was outside the site because the gates are locked overnight, and we set off on what should have been a five hour journey, to find that it was actually a four hour fifty-five minute journey, meaning we arrived at the hotel before 10am, and had to kill several hours getting some food, and doing some shopping, the latter inhibited by the fact that it was a public holiday that day, so many of the shops were closed.
Day two and the alarm went at 4.30am, and we were out by 4.45am, and again, the five hour journey took four hours and fifty-five minutes, so we were at the tunnel very early, so early in fact that we had to pay a supplement to get on the next departure, money we paid with pleasure to get home.
Having been really worried about the French side of the Tunnel, in the end we had no hassle, saw no immigrants, nor any evidence of problems, apart from a small pile of burnt something, probably the remnants of the French lorry or ferry workers strike. How those chaps love their burning tyres.
Now we are home, and are cracking on with the decorating of Maggot 1's bedroom. It needs stripping back to bare walls, before we put it back together again. I have help from Maggot 1 and this weekend should see us finishing stripping, filling and sanding, and maybe even getting the ceilings done.
While we were away, my dad also re-decorated the back room. We wanted the silk replaced with gloss****, some general cracks and marks cleaned up, and wallpaper on the main wall. The latter, I have to say, is absolutely fantastic, really lifts the room and if anything, makes it lighter, which does not make sense, but is empirically true. We are absolutely delighted with it.
Finally, LO and I celebrated fifteen years of marriage on Wednesday, so with the nine years it took us to getting round to tying the knot, means twenty-four blissful years. I am speaking for LO of course.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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* What kind of fool believes the online pictures? Ed
** The Paperwhite Kindles coming in to their own
*** Me being the most sensible one
**** As part of your ongoing campaign to banish all silk woodwork paint. Never again will we use anything but gloss
Friday, 24 July 2015
Nearly there
Another week over, and after today, just four more working days before we are departing for our Summer Holidays darn sarf.
In between we have a weekend, when we will be preparing for our trip, and on Sunday, weather permitting, we will have a football tournament.
I really need a break. Had my mid year review and the main feedback was "it seemed like you were not coping very well when under pressure, so we have marked you down", which seemed to me to be a "you were not smiling enough". I challenged what stuff I did not deliver during that period, and my manager did not really have an answer to that. The truth is, I did deliver, and during a month period when I had some kind of mild illness, I still delivered, but obviously I was not cheery enough about it at the time.
To be honest, I have so far been fairly lucky with this process, however this is the kind of nonsense that it can throw up, strange "parallel universe" type scenrios where you look back on the conversation and wonder if you had been dreaming it.
Oh well, holiday in a week, and I will then have the chance to step back from the front line, ponder life and my options, and return with renewed vigour and determination to change jobs.
I hope you have a great, if wet, weekend.
In between we have a weekend, when we will be preparing for our trip, and on Sunday, weather permitting, we will have a football tournament.
I really need a break. Had my mid year review and the main feedback was "it seemed like you were not coping very well when under pressure, so we have marked you down", which seemed to me to be a "you were not smiling enough". I challenged what stuff I did not deliver during that period, and my manager did not really have an answer to that. The truth is, I did deliver, and during a month period when I had some kind of mild illness, I still delivered, but obviously I was not cheery enough about it at the time.
To be honest, I have so far been fairly lucky with this process, however this is the kind of nonsense that it can throw up, strange "parallel universe" type scenrios where you look back on the conversation and wonder if you had been dreaming it.
Oh well, holiday in a week, and I will then have the chance to step back from the front line, ponder life and my options, and return with renewed vigour and determination to change jobs.
I hope you have a great, if wet, weekend.
Friday, 17 July 2015
quickie
Work is never-changing at the moment, with a fairly steady, perhaps even relentless, set of tasks to be done.
Home is good. Have a great weekend lined up. Brad and Angelina will stay with us Saturday night for a Sunday event at David and Samantha's. We are off to a 25th wedding anniversary do, had hoped to get an invite for Brad and Angelina but the hall is at capacity, so with sadness the hostess had to decline our request. Not quite sure what that means, except maybe some free baby-sitting. Only joking Brad, I know you are never free.
We are planning a re-decoration of our kitchen extension room. Now that the crack in the wall has stopped getting any bigger we plan to freshen up everything, put wallpaper on the crack-wall (not to be confused with a crack whore apparently) and changing the woodwork to gloss, our experiment and dabbling with "satin" being well and truly over. It may be much easier to apply, but does it really does not wear well.
Other than football and tennis, that is about it this weekend.
Oh, LO is working late tonight, year 6 Leavers' Ball, so I am contemplating taking the Maggots down to Bognor to see a Pompey warm-up. Not tested the plan on anyone in the real world yet, so will let you know how it goes.
Home is good. Have a great weekend lined up. Brad and Angelina will stay with us Saturday night for a Sunday event at David and Samantha's. We are off to a 25th wedding anniversary do, had hoped to get an invite for Brad and Angelina but the hall is at capacity, so with sadness the hostess had to decline our request. Not quite sure what that means, except maybe some free baby-sitting. Only joking Brad, I know you are never free.
We are planning a re-decoration of our kitchen extension room. Now that the crack in the wall has stopped getting any bigger we plan to freshen up everything, put wallpaper on the crack-wall (not to be confused with a crack whore apparently) and changing the woodwork to gloss, our experiment and dabbling with "satin" being well and truly over. It may be much easier to apply, but does it really does not wear well.
Other than football and tennis, that is about it this weekend.
Oh, LO is working late tonight, year 6 Leavers' Ball, so I am contemplating taking the Maggots down to Bognor to see a Pompey warm-up. Not tested the plan on anyone in the real world yet, so will let you know how it goes.
Monday, 13 July 2015
Great weekend
We had a fantastic long-weekend away at Golden Cap, just down the road from Lyme Regis. We went with a big group of people, including Brad and Angelina, A&E, David and Samantha, and R&R, for whom this is a first mention on the blog.
We sat on the beach, we swam in the sea (sensibly bedecked in wetsuits), we drank beer, we ate food, some of it cooked on a BBQ (on the beach - fun, but a lot of hassle) and we also walked over the hills to West Bay, home of Broadchurch, spotting a number of locations, including Charlotte Rampling's house, the crime-scene house, the crime scene beach, David Tennant's waterside lodgings and the police station, as well as the harbour and other general fields (where the tractor fuel was stolen).
In West Bay, we took a ride on a rib (a rigid inflatable boat, or a bleedin' fast motorboat, depending on your viewpoint) for a thrilling, bum-shuddering and salt-water dousing speed around the waters up and down the coast. It was rather splendid. We all arrived dressed for summer, to be told that it was really rather windy, rough and wet out there, so the Scobi clan went to a small harbour-side shop to buy "three for a tenner" tops, for added warmth. After much ribbing (no pun intended, more's the pity) from the group, soon after two other families went over to avail themselves of the bargain rail. Suffice it to say that we probably doubled the ladies takings, clearing her of stock that, frankly, she probably never expected to shift.
There were only two problems, the first that it was just not long enough, and the second that it was a bit wet Sunday morning. This did not stop some of the group doing the morning hill climb, nor the whole group congregating round the 'vans for egg baps, tea, coffee and cake, or breakfast as we like to call it.
We are considering another trip back in mid September, diaries permitting.
The only other negative is that coming back to work after such a short but intense weekend, it really is rather hard to get back in to the swing of things. Luckily, I have so much to do that it just kind of took me over.
We sat on the beach, we swam in the sea (sensibly bedecked in wetsuits), we drank beer, we ate food, some of it cooked on a BBQ (on the beach - fun, but a lot of hassle) and we also walked over the hills to West Bay, home of Broadchurch, spotting a number of locations, including Charlotte Rampling's house, the crime-scene house, the crime scene beach, David Tennant's waterside lodgings and the police station, as well as the harbour and other general fields (where the tractor fuel was stolen).
In West Bay, we took a ride on a rib (a rigid inflatable boat, or a bleedin' fast motorboat, depending on your viewpoint) for a thrilling, bum-shuddering and salt-water dousing speed around the waters up and down the coast. It was rather splendid. We all arrived dressed for summer, to be told that it was really rather windy, rough and wet out there, so the Scobi clan went to a small harbour-side shop to buy "three for a tenner" tops, for added warmth. After much ribbing (no pun intended, more's the pity) from the group, soon after two other families went over to avail themselves of the bargain rail. Suffice it to say that we probably doubled the ladies takings, clearing her of stock that, frankly, she probably never expected to shift.
There were only two problems, the first that it was just not long enough, and the second that it was a bit wet Sunday morning. This did not stop some of the group doing the morning hill climb, nor the whole group congregating round the 'vans for egg baps, tea, coffee and cake, or breakfast as we like to call it.
We are considering another trip back in mid September, diaries permitting.
The only other negative is that coming back to work after such a short but intense weekend, it really is rather hard to get back in to the swing of things. Luckily, I have so much to do that it just kind of took me over.
Thursday, 9 July 2015
School report
Comment by Maggot 2 on his school report, in the "what was good about my year" section:
Priceless. And all the words were spelt correctly too.
"I really enjoyed learning the Roman numerals, since now I know which Star Wars is which"
Priceless. And all the words were spelt correctly too.
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Friday, 26 June 2015
Is it really Friday again?
Work:
Home:
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
- job opening should be raised in next week for the new role to which I want to apply
- also sent my CV in speculatively to another company
- couple of things bubbling on LinkedIn
Home:
- Football tomorrow, nothing Sunday
- Party Saturday night - nothing against the hosts, but don't really want to go, would rather spend time with family, but we are going, so that is that
- hope to get a bit of R&R going, may involve beer.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
Friday, 19 June 2015
And . . . relax
Already the week is nearly done.
On the work front, things are as ever they were, though I did get a recruitment person contact me* for a role that may not be totally in my hot spot of skills, so whether it goes any further relies I think on whether they want someone the same shape as their business, or if they are actually looking for someone who is quite different, to bring a new angle to their team. Time will tell.
I also submitted a speculative CV to another company, after a discussion with a colleague. Born to an extent by frustration that nothing is moving in Starfleet, but also because they are a smaller company, doing similar things, that seem to still have a sense of purpose and attitude that is not bogged down in a hundred years of process stodge. Time will tell what comes of that.
This weekend is the girls' hen weekend at Center Parcs. This means that it is a lads' weekend in Scobi Towers. There is football training and tennis Saturday, and a football tournament Sunday, and we are also planning to have meet up Saturday night, Maggots to be baby-sat by the eldest Maggot in the tribe, and the adults having a beer and Thai evening. It won't be a late one, since I cannot take it, and Maggot 2 needs rest for his tournament on Sunday.
Other than that, we don't have much on, which means we need to be very careful to have not too much, but also not too little, since both options tend to end in tears.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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* The first couple of times, a little bit of pride in me thought that I was "special" to get such a contact, but now I realise they are akin to those annoying people outside bars, offering you a free drink if you come in to their joint, if you can remember that far back. Indeed, once upon a time I may have called them "head-hunter", but that is really over-egging them, just like calling those bar-baggers "beverage consultants"
On the work front, things are as ever they were, though I did get a recruitment person contact me* for a role that may not be totally in my hot spot of skills, so whether it goes any further relies I think on whether they want someone the same shape as their business, or if they are actually looking for someone who is quite different, to bring a new angle to their team. Time will tell.
I also submitted a speculative CV to another company, after a discussion with a colleague. Born to an extent by frustration that nothing is moving in Starfleet, but also because they are a smaller company, doing similar things, that seem to still have a sense of purpose and attitude that is not bogged down in a hundred years of process stodge. Time will tell what comes of that.
This weekend is the girls' hen weekend at Center Parcs. This means that it is a lads' weekend in Scobi Towers. There is football training and tennis Saturday, and a football tournament Sunday, and we are also planning to have meet up Saturday night, Maggots to be baby-sat by the eldest Maggot in the tribe, and the adults having a beer and Thai evening. It won't be a late one, since I cannot take it, and Maggot 2 needs rest for his tournament on Sunday.
Other than that, we don't have much on, which means we need to be very careful to have not too much, but also not too little, since both options tend to end in tears.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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* The first couple of times, a little bit of pride in me thought that I was "special" to get such a contact, but now I realise they are akin to those annoying people outside bars, offering you a free drink if you come in to their joint, if you can remember that far back. Indeed, once upon a time I may have called them "head-hunter", but that is really over-egging them, just like calling those bar-baggers "beverage consultants"
Monday, 15 June 2015
Too relaxed
Forgot to blog on Friday.
So, had a great weekend. Football tournament (don't ask) and then a night away at Brad and Agenlina's. It was, as always, a great night. We all stayed up too late, and drank too much, so by morning the house looked like the morning a major battlefield.
Oh well, a night's sleep, or three these days, should sort it out.
Have a great week.
So, had a great weekend. Football tournament (don't ask) and then a night away at Brad and Agenlina's. It was, as always, a great night. We all stayed up too late, and drank too much, so by morning the house looked like the morning a major battlefield.
Oh well, a night's sleep, or three these days, should sort it out.
Have a great week.
Friday, 5 June 2015
And . . . relax
The weeks have become slightly blurred of late. Friday's seem to appear with speedy regularity, as do their less attractive cousin Monday. Which means there is not really a lot to say about the one that has nearly completed.
I have not been well this week, suffering I think with the virus that Maggot 2 and LO both had. I sense I am coming out the other side of it now, which is rather good since being ill sucks.
So, what can I tell you about the last five working days. It has all been a bit "sausage machine" if you know what I mean. Solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out, solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out . . . You get the picture.
As you know, Maggot 2 plays football for a local team now, and one of the dads mentioned last time that they are planning a dads' match. This sounds interesting, and I am keen to play, since I have realised a couple of very important things:
This last point is something that I am starting to address. I am doing what I think is rather grandly called "interval training", or in my case, one-minute jobs back from school run, and I also plan to add in some early evening sessions, ideally with LO if I can drag her sorry ass out.
I am also doing daily exercises first thing for my back, and also a bit for vanity. I am doing a mixture of back exercises, yoga, stretches, sit-ups and press-ups. It is a little routine I do in about ten minutes, to generally keep my back supple, to strengthen my core, which will help the lower back, oh, and to enhance my guns so I look buff.
The last one may be both an exaggeration and bluff. As you know, us body-building types are full of swagger and not much else.
It is a quiet weekend; football Saturday, no match Sunday and other than that, nothing else in the diary, which is exactly what I need.
I hope you have a great weekend, and speak next week.
I have not been well this week, suffering I think with the virus that Maggot 2 and LO both had. I sense I am coming out the other side of it now, which is rather good since being ill sucks.
So, what can I tell you about the last five working days. It has all been a bit "sausage machine" if you know what I mean. Solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out, solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out . . . You get the picture.
As you know, Maggot 2 plays football for a local team now, and one of the dads mentioned last time that they are planning a dads' match. This sounds interesting, and I am keen to play, since I have realised a couple of very important things:
- I still love the idea of playing football
- playing so much with the Maggots, my eye is still in, a bit
- I am woefully, and I really do mean woefully, unfit.
This last point is something that I am starting to address. I am doing what I think is rather grandly called "interval training", or in my case, one-minute jobs back from school run, and I also plan to add in some early evening sessions, ideally with LO if I can drag her sorry ass out.
I am also doing daily exercises first thing for my back, and also a bit for vanity. I am doing a mixture of back exercises, yoga, stretches, sit-ups and press-ups. It is a little routine I do in about ten minutes, to generally keep my back supple, to strengthen my core, which will help the lower back, oh, and to enhance my guns so I look buff.
The last one may be both an exaggeration and bluff. As you know, us body-building types are full of swagger and not much else.
It is a quiet weekend; football Saturday, no match Sunday and other than that, nothing else in the diary, which is exactly what I need.
I hope you have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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