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Oh...
but I did have my hair cut yesterday. Does that count as a last ditch attempt to comply with last year's resolution. It was in a hairdressers...
OK, then...
Here they are, the two resolutions for 2003. Next year I shall mostly be getting myself a new job. Hopefully the one I have already applied for will prove to be it, which will entail minimal effort on my part (which I what I like in resolutions!). The second is to read more authors whom I have not read before. I am very picky in what I read, and I come to think that this is a
bad thing. I should diversify. Therefore next year's task is to read at least one author per month who I have never read before. I ought really to make it a "classic" author, as I am woefully short of classics, but there you go. Que sera, sera!
Hubby and I are both also officially fed up of eating rubbish food (well, I am, and I think he ought to be too!). So, before going on holiday in September, there is to be a conscious effort to eat more worthwhile food, interspersed with the occasional curry and the odd chip or two.
Anyway, now off to play Harry Potter I, which I am determined to finish before playing Harry Potter II, wot I got for Christmas.
Why?
I've just watched a programme about Peter Cook, and ended up in tears. I wasn't a particular fan of Peter Cook, but the programme was full of evidence about how unhappy he was, and how many people loved and admired him. And I started wondering why anyone ends up so unhappy that they drink themselves to death, and fail to do all the things they could have done with their lives. And I'm not one to say that things should be done just because you can, but I think that they should be if the not doing them leaves you so unhappy that you can't cope.
The last scene was Peter Cook and Dudley Moore walking off into the distance, and I though how sad that two brilliant people should have died before their time. I don't want anyone to be that unhappy, and I would dearly love to be able to do something, anything to help anyone who is, but I don't think I am that sort of person.
So perhaps the message for me is to try not to regret anything, and if there is anything I want to do, if I would regret not having done it (rather than regretting having done it), I should do it, because the moment may pass quicker than I might think.
My word that was a lot of passive subjunctive stuff (at least I think it was). I shall go and drink tea.
Resolutions
Hmm. I notably failed to keep two of last years; to stop biting my nails (tho I managed it before the wedding), and to find a hairdresser. So the question is, do I recycle those resolutions for a further year, and admit failure, or, cunningly, simply resolve not to have new year's resolutions (and cop out). Will have to think about that.
Now will have to go to football. With a headache.
Christmas
Has been and gone for another year! It's strange when you get families together, as most of them wouldn't remotely be friends if it weren't for the connecting people. We had my parents around this year, and hubby's mum, and his father and stepmother (yes, I know) on Boxing Day, and everyone seemed to get on OK, even if they weren't frantically taking down phone numbers, email addressed, and planning holidays at the end of the day.
I'm off work until next week now, and I'm really hoping to get lots of nice sleep, so that I can actually function when back at work, because I feel as though I've been so busy that I haven't been functioning for ages. But I've applied for the new job, and hopefully will get an interview, get the job and start in April. Ra!
Huzzah!!
Christmas can happen; I have presents for hubby. They are wrapped and secreted away about the place.
We have lights in the sitting room, which are glass and Venetian, and opulent. Hubby put them up today, whilst I sat and watched, and I would like to say that I offered useful advice, but I fear it may have been simply irritating.
One and a half days at work til Christmas. I'm now looking forward to it!!
Bleugh
I am so tired today that I am barely functioning. Which is the reason that I'm filling this in, because it is distracting my brain a little bit. What I would really like is a cup of tea, but I have no milk, and can't be bothered to raise any energy to get any. I'm not having fun, and I still haven't got hubby's Christmas pressies, and he got the curtain, not me, and everything...
mornings...
are not what they used to be. When I was younger, I liked the mornings; I found it easy to get up, bound out of bed, and attack the day. Now I just want to curl up under the duvet and sleep some more. Please.
I have a mountain of work to do before Christmas, including reading, this morning, an 87 page document, and commenting on it, and commenting on the comments which others have made. And returning all the calls which I missed yesterday.
I'd really like to have an undemanding job, but I suspect it wouldn't pay me nearly as much as I earn now, and my lifestyle is geared to. I seem to have priced myself out of the market...
WOW!!
The decorators have just about finished our sitting and dining rooms. They look amazing, and I am really glad that we can see that they have worked out how we wanted them to. It's always difficult picking paint from a little sample, and hoping it's the right colour. It is!!
Pout
Sunday is not a day for working. I personally don't particularly think it is a day for quiet contemplation either. I think it's a day for
FUN. So I have to go read two files of papers before important hearing tomorrow. Sigh. As I have had occasion to say before, does it have to get worse before it gets better, or is this the worst, and it will get better?
But the sitting room is nearly finished, in pre-Christmas decorate fest. Not that we are doing it ourselves. The up-side to promotion is that we can afford someone else to do it! Next comes the dining room, and after that.... CHRISTMAS!!!
Drunkeness
Hubby's Christmas do last night. Much alcohol imbibed. Have come to the conclusion that I am now too old to go out in London and drink too much. Frankly, my preference is for going out, having a little to drink/not drinking at all, and then spending the momey I would have spent on drink on a cab to the station.
Today, I shall mostly be buying those damn curtains. I hope.
That's curtains, not pyjamas!
I went out to buy curtains today. I thought that it would be easy; all I wanted was a simple, cheap pair of tab top curtains, as we're haing someone stay and suddenly realised that the room in which he'll be staying has no curtains. I had one lunch time, and after work for a short period. I went to Army and Navy. I failed. The curtains there are either (a) very horrid indeed, or (b) very expensive indeed, or (c) very horrid and very expensive, or (d) very expensive and very nice but really wouldn't go with the purple walls and lime green flowers currently decorating the room (not my taste, don't ask; it's the least of the decorative problems my house has!).
So, Army and Navy. No good. So I though "Aha". Flash of genuis. I'll check on the internet whether Marks and Sparks in Fenchurch Street has a home ware stuff department. Ra! It did. Did it have curtains? Not one scrap of curtain like material.
So I bought two really lovely pairs of pyjamas instead, and I'll have to either use the curtains from the bedroom, or rush out tomorrow lunchtime (when in Croydon rather than Central London) and buy curtains. Life is not easy.
Oh dear...
Spot the deliberate mistake. I must of course get hubby's Christmas present this year. I must get it this week!
I may be losing it...
Painless
And it's not every family party I can say that about! Around this time of year my family all tries to get together in either my parents' house or round one of my aunts, and I'm forceably reminded that these are people with whom I don't really have that much in common. My way of life is fundamentally different to theirs, and our views are pretty different. That's not to say that they're not a nice bunch of people; they are. We just probably wouldn't be friends if we met independently of being family.
Must get hubby's Christmas present this year. Am woefully behind on this one, but have to go and get a cat basket, which could usefully carry pressies as well!
Aaraggghhh
Why do I always, even though I left school some time ago, have a period where I just get exhausted because a holiday is coming up soon? I can understand why I usd to do it before half-terms, but I haven't had a half-term in more years than I care to remember.
(I do know really that it has a lot to do with going to bed too late as well.)
ho hum...
another day back at work. I wish I'd won the lottery. Or perhaps I should just get a new job. But then a new job will become like the old job after while. So I'd have to keep changing at regular intervals until retirement. Which doesn't fit in with being lazy.
Went to see Bond yesterday. I want an invisible car. Badly.
Someone I work with is thinking of setting up a book club. I think that's quite cool. It'd be nice to actually talk about books rather than only read them. It's also nice to find that other people do read. I know so many people who only read newspapers, and magazines, and who look surprised at people who actually read books. Am re-reading the
Belgariad by David Eddings. Absolutely gripping, and I shall have to stop myself reading it when I'm sposed to be working today...
