February 21, 2009

• List

  • Buy map of Japan
  • Sort out plan for Japan evening at Guides.  Email to participants
  • Write up two tiddly pieces of stuff that need to be written up for my Guide sleepover qualification.  Have discovered that there is something on this machine called ‘Microsoft Infopath’.  Wonder what that does…
  • Knitting party
  • Supermarket (including dry cleaning and trip to recycle cartons)
  • Market
  • Laundry (the Great Dane Puppy filled the machine last night, and then realised he had no idea how it worked, so we’re a bit behind here)  On last load at 4.30pm Sunday!
  • Launder sheets
  • Hopefully finish basketweave portion of Eff’s wedding stole.
  • Brownies Accounts   Have decided it is more important to knit for half an hour than it is to wrestle the accounts, kicking and screaming, to the ground.  Also decided I dislike the baby hat I’m knitting.  What to do?
  • Birthday Invitations (the combination of only wanting a small celebration, plus only having a table for 10, which is too small by about 6 people, and having lots of friends, is complicating this – I may pull names out of a hat).
  • Email Mum Nigella recipe for Banananananana Bread
  • Buy Mum copy of ‘How to be a Domestic Goddess’ ready for Mother’s day.
  • Tidy sitting room
  • Urgently wrap Dom’s birthday present and mail it since his birthday is Monday…
  • Attempt to get hair done (getting stuck here because it is so much more expensive than in Norwich, but I don’t have time to get it done in Norwich before the Black Tie rugby dinner next weekend).  I am, frankly, too scared to visit any hairdresser other than the one I’ve used for the past 7 years or so.
  • Book flights  London to Las Vegas (baby) via Detroit, then home via Minneapolis to see Sara!
  • Try to figure out mailing list have asked for more help….  Good Uncle Steve produced it, and all makes more sense now.
  • Website Updates
  • Update mailing list

  I’m sitting here in a state of inertia.  It has been that sort of week, complete with grand debates with my micromanager, who just would not listen and would insist on leaping to conclusions.  Nearly bursting into tears of frustration ultimately helped, as he sat down in the small office with me for an hour, but I hate that feeling: where you are not quite in charge of your emotions.  I felt like I was being manpulative just to get him to listen, and this is also wrong.  Have explained what’s going on with Dad, and thus that I am more prone to tears than normal.  I don’t like doing that either, but sometimes it makes people shut up.  And then they come all over sympathetic, and I just feel like I’m being wet and justified in feeling sorry for myself, which isn’t that healthy either.  Ended up phoning the Welshman on the way home from work last night, as I was working myself up (Dad is having the nasty cancer whipped out on Friday, please pray to deity of choice but No Howling and remember that we’re lucky in that this can be done).  He was between squash and gig, and babbled on about nothing in particular, which was terribly effective and broke the chain of the wibble.  I really miss him when he’s not in London.

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  • 5:30 am
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