Is it Friday yet?

Today I had a review at work, and I didn't get fired. That in itself is an achievement. I booked Friday off so that we can have a new kitchen tap fitted and have our rubbish letting agent do their inspection. I booked Mr SC's 125 in for an MOT on Saturday. At lunch I bought him a book about how to start his own business. He would love to (and be really great at) run his own motor garage, and I am behind him 100%. So we need to work out how to make it happen, as well as exactly what sort of garage he wants. Hopefully this book will help him sort his thoughts out.

Tonight I nearly burnt the potato waffles for dinner. I wish I had more time for cooking. At least I have been organised enough to make our lunches ready for tomorrow. Now I am just doing the final work on my little stuffed project, and hopefully it will be done tonight.

Can you tell I am really tired?

Promises, promises.

Apologies for the break in service. I was 'sans flaptop' over the weekend while I attended a guide training weekend, and then was simply to shattered last night to post.

I had a great weekend, learning lots of games and songs to play and sing with the brownies, as well as making lots of friends and realising that I need to make the most of the next 15 months in guiding. There will be a lot of chances for me to do great things in that time, some of which may never occur again. In between training, I managed to help solve a murder mystery, barn dance, make a two course dinner and a tent complete with sleeping bag for a Sindy doll, perform a dance to an Abba song, walk in the grounds of Waddow Hall and eat far too much food.

Sunday evening we went out with our neighbours S and J. They wanted to take us out to thank me for helping with sheep shearing earlier this year, which was really quite lovely after only getting back from training around half 4. After work on Monday there was only time for brownies and dinner before bed.

Today was a good day. I was busy at work which made the day go nice and fast. I came home and have had lots of nice hugs from Mr SC. We had sausage and garlic mushroom toast sandwiches for dinner, and I have been enjoying a glass of wine.

More interesting post tomorrow.

The mint with the hole

In the car passing the Nestle factory, and I am inhaling the thick chocolate smell while Mr SC drives. He tells me about the guy he currently works with that used to have a job in the factory. E was there the time that the polo machine jammed and then exploded. There were polos everywhere. I love this idea, like the pocket-watch in Alice in Wonderland that has springs and cogs exploding all over the place. Beautiful.

It keeps me out of trouble.

I tried going to work with Mr SC this morning. He drove us to his work, then I walked to the station and caught the train the rest of the way. For some reason, occasionally the train gives me migraines. This morning was one such time, and I hadn't had one for months. It was awful.

This evening Mr SC was looking after me and made me dinner. Now he is watching the football while I craft and blog. I will have to take a photo of my project, as it is coming along nicely and I feel somewhat proud. I know stuffed toys are a bit of a craze at the moment, but I have always been a fan of fabric and wool crafts. My first stuffed toy was a cat I made when I was about 7 and spending the night at my Mum's friend's house for the night. I was bored and lonely, so my Mum's friend helped me make a stuffed cat. 

Going back to making a stuffed toy, and I decided to start slowly again, but I am hand stitching the felt this time. I have embroidered it in a simple message for Mr SC, and have ordered some kapok type stuff from ebay.

This evening I left work early to drop my wedding dress in to a lady for alterations. It fits perfectly right down to the soles of my feet, which is where the problems start. The dress carries on, and my legs don't. It was lovely to put it on again though, as I haven't worn it since I bought it. Anyway, thats boring wedding stuff, although I reserve the right to mention it again sooner or later. This is my blog after all.

When I got back, Mr SC had been having a bad day at work and was fighting with his motorbike in order to fit a new cable to it. I decided it was best we get out and chill out, so we went to the pub at the top of the hill and had dinner. Our friends T and K turned up a few minutes later, and we had a good old natter. T has just handed in all his university coursework and is on the hunt for a job. I must remember to ask my Dad if he still has a contact in the recruitment company in London. T is one smart cookie, and really should be snapped up immediately by any smart company.

When we had finished eating, a friend of K's knocked on the pub window and called her outside. K wanders out, and is followed by T. We sit for a minute and chat, before T comes racing back in a few steps ahead of K. There is a bundle in K's arms that looks like a half-full paper sack of potatoes. K sits down with the bundle on her lap, and T pulls away a corner of the bag. A slightly disgruntled chicken pops it's head up, and aims several sharp pecks at T. The landlady admits that she has seen everything now.

K's friend's husband had been given a live chicken by a colleague for him to either keep or eat, whichever he fancied. Husband and wife could not face killing and eating the chicken, so was passing it on to K to add to the small flock they already keep. The origin and sex of the chicken is still unknown, although it was declared by T that it was a bit of a gender bending chicken if it wasn't female. Followed by a discussion on the similarities between chickens and a certain variety of frogs that can spontaneously change sex. 

I love my life.

Consummate Professional

A business meeting at half ten in the morning would usually be best preceded by getting up early, completing one's toilette in a calm manner, a sound breakfast, a peaceful journey into the office where one's papers were assembled the previous working day before arriving at the meeting place with a few minutes to spare. Nothing more really needs to be said does it? Me, behaving like that; who am I kidding!

After scraping Mr SC out of bed this morning and cooking sausage and bacon rolls for breakfast, he was a sweetie and fixed my kitchen tap while I tidied up the conservatory. I fixed the tap last time, so I think he wanted to prove that he could do it just as well as I could. I think it helped that I had loosened all the nuts last time! 

I carried on tidying while he watched the Grand Prix, and then we made an emergency dash to Tesco, which I have been putting off for a couple of weeks. They had sweet williams, and my roses from the garden have died, so I popped a bunch in the trolley. Now, with food in the cupboard and a tidy conservatory, I can sit and craft the evening away. Perfect.