The updated GBlogs tool is up-and-running again, which is a good thing.
Just when you think life is crap, someone close has something happen to them that is far worse than anything you are dealing with. I wish there was something I could do to help in a practical way, but in this instance all I can offer is company, a sympathetic ear and warm hugs – even if only from a distance at the moment. Biggup hun – you’ll be ok, I promise.
Today is my big brother’s birthday. And it is a big birthday too, ending with a "0" (and starting with a "4"). I could write some sentimental guff here, but I’ll spare you (and him) that – he knows anyway (at least I hope he does).
Suffice to say, happy birthday Tim.
Updates will be sporadic here for the next few days, to say the least. I have an exam for my course tomorrow at 2pm, and another at the same time on Wednesday. So instead of wasting any more time here, I’m going back to my books.
Beer tonight with Paul F (forgot to mention how good the band were last night (kof)), Teresa, Bren, Greg, Heidi and Michael. A very relaxing evening – exactly what the doctor ordered.
I stayed up far too late last night. I also promised to meet Greg, Brenda and Paul F in the Nags this evening, when really I should be revising or resting ready for my exams. But, you know – live life on the edge, and all that!
As part of my edge-dwelling policy, today I went on a bus! woo-hoo! I had to nip over to the nursery and drop the company car back, but no trains were running, so I had to take a bus. Which was remarkably clean, on time and with a friendly driver.
What an exciting life I lead!
Lots of revision today, followed by a long phone conversation with the lovely Penn, then on to enjoy beer with Brenda, Greg, DA, DAGS, Kev, Andrea, Kearn, Sacha, Ian and Paul F, with sightings of Dave, Claire, Mich and Malcolm.
Chichester seemed very full of unhappy people tonight. Strangely, I didn’t feel that I belonged in that category, a fact in no small part due to Bren and Greg.
Brilliant! Events are conspiring to cheer me up:
- my new CD by Cinematic Orchestra has arrived, and is brilliant
- the sun has come out
- Heather has just phoned me with a bunch of marketing questions, all of which I was able to answer
- I’ve got myself a bunch of lilies for the dining table
I really must control my mood more. Last night I was dribbling in a thoroughly monotonous and boring way at Paul F, Caroline and Peter (sorry!) and then even more online dribbling to my poor online chum Lizzie when I got home (sorry hun).
Anyway, I’m hoping I’ll be cheered up a bit today. In spite of the fact it’s another irritatingly glum, dreary, grey, damp morning. My desk calendar tells me that today is the first day of summer in the southern hemisphere. Oh envy, envy, envy!
Another thing I did last night: went to the bar to purchase drinks for myself and Paul F, put my wallet on the bar, and cheerfully carried my drinks back to the table. And there my wallet sat, unattended, on the bar in a packed pub, filled with credit and debit cards and a crisp £20 note.
Just as we were thinking of leaving, a full twenty or thirty minutes later, I suddenly realised that my wallet was not in my pocket. I walked over to the bar (trying my best to conceal my anxiety), and there it was, exactly where I had left it, contents untouched. Luck? A testament to the honesty of the punters in the Nags? Maybe it was watched over by the bar staff? Or just another example of why I love my home city?
Beer tonight with DA, Kearn, Paul C, Aris, Dave, Gary, Terry, Paul F, Caroline and Peter. Mobile on, but no calls.
When was the last time you heard Gary Numan on a pub stereo? In my case, it was around ten o’clock tonight – the track We Are Glass. Time to get out my old Best Of… cassettes I think.