Tuesday. C-Day. The start of a new contract.
Which means I will have to root out some bras. And set an alarm each morning for some unearthly time. And go to bed on the dot of 10pm. And I won't be able to swan around in pyjamas - I will have to actually get dressed five days a week.
The upside is that I won't be swanning around in pyjamas most days - I will have a routine back. I will be motivated. And I might just stop booking holidays.
And the major bonus of this particular contract is that I get to drive to work (no metrolink!). Of course the downside is that I will increase the mileage on my two and a half year old Kuga. By the end of the contract (October) it might actually have done 11,000 miles.
So in preparation....
I have just booked our anniversary trip to Iceland. And tried a couple of outfits on to make sure my 'work clobber' still fits (it has only been three months since I was last in contract...but thats a long time in the life of a pyjama slob with a sweet-tooth). I've found a couple of half decent bras (but still trying to decide if I wear baggy - can I get away with 'cropped-tops'? Maybe if I walk slowly at all times round the office no one will notice). And I have added some motivational 'driving to work' playlists to my iTunes.
Notice how I quickly glossed over the booking of the November Iceland trip? I booked it with my eyes closed. That way it's not really cost me an arm and a leg.
So - back to earning my keep - with less than three weeks before we're off to Italy for a few days of sun and scenery. Perfect timing!
Right - best get on - I need to practice smiling!
And here's an Icelandic horse. With bad hair. Reminds me a little of Trump.
My finger is still not fixed. It's still strapped up. And even though I change the strapping daily my fingers stink. Sorry – but that's the way it is. No amount of soap or handcream takes away the ingrained sweaty stench. I didn't realise that fingers could sweat.
On a brighter note, I've now dictated five chapters of my dad's first book. In fact I've probably dictated double that–if you count the number of times I've had to undo, overtype and correct the iMac's translation of my Altrincham accent. The chapter I dictated last night introduced my grandad, Donald (GonGon), his love of the sea and how he met my grandma, Deborah (Ninny).
My own memories of my grandad are quite sketchy - I've summed up a few below:
Today, for some reason, I googled caravans (quick subject change so I don't relive that trauma!!). And looked at how much they cost.
I have no idea why. Maybe I have a yearning to be one of those irritating types on the inside lane of the M6 motorway. But I just thought I would throw that in here.
Today was also the day that I switched from winter to spring wardrobe. However this year I've been a little bit smarter - I have kept some warmer spring items out i.e. winter jumpers. Every year I switch my wardrobe during a lovely warm, sunny start to spring - which is then followed by a windy, rainy, dreary and cold few weeks.
GonGon and Ninny - looking well posh.