I am really pleased with myself for today, I MADE JAM! Five pots of Blackberry jam to be exact. I was a bit OCD reading up about the process (and indeed which process to chose from out of the millions that are apparently possible) and making sure i had everything laid out properly before i started, but i need'nt have been so nervous about it. Loads of people told me it would be difficult, that it would be very messy and i'd never get it to set on my first attempt. Apart from a couple of splodges on the hob everything went to plan and oh my god! Homemade jam is the bomb. I'll never buy shop jam again. I only put blackberries, sugar and a splash of water in mine. I'm giving one pot to my mum, one pot to Tess, one pot to the Bear's grandparents and because Bear doesn't like jam, i'm only keeping one pot for me and Bear's mum so i have one spare that i don't really know who to give it to. Oh, i've just thought, maybe Billy's mum would like it. I shall enquire.
News this week. We were far from winning the Bishop quiz on Monday. I now see it as a social event with Barry and Becky. Various other people say that they will pop down and have a go, like Ed and Emily, but they haven't made it down thus far. Ho Hum.
The gym is still going strong. Trying to find a way to not be knackered by the time i reach the bike at the end. I have my last appointment with a gym instructor this coming Monday and then i am left alone for ever to do my own thing. How 'Citing.
No craft going on at the mo. Scoured the library and both Waterstones (admittedly forgot about WH Smith) for a book on Macrame as there is a rather lovely macrame owl on Etsy and i want to make them as they appear to be very cheap and quick to make and women love them because they are a novelty. My renewal dates for the items of craft i have posted on Etsy are expiring NOW and i don't know whether i should renew them at the moment. Was thinking of winding it all down until we have moved...
OH YEAH! We are moving (everything crossed) to Cornwall next year so that the Bear can manage his uncle's rose nursery down there. I am rather excited at the prospect of getting out of this one horse town. The joy that leaps up into my heart when i fantasise about handing my notice in makes me grin like a Cheshire cat. I went to the post office yesterday to aquire a provisional driving license form. Yes, i am going to learn to drive again, but in an automatic this time. My head can't deal with having to look in a hundred different directions at once and have to co-ordinate my hand on the gear stick with my foot on the clutch. Absolutely not. I am absolutely petrified.
Yesterday i went through my nearly 300 postcards from Postcrossing and cut the stamps out of them before recycling the cards. I intend to start a stamp album and be sad like that when someone buys me an album and maybe things like stamp tong and hinges with which to attach them to the album for Christmas. I have just over 400 stamps, which i thing is a jolly good start to a new hobby.
We were about 6th out of 16 at the Oak quiz. I started feeling a little bit ill toward the end but put it down to exhaustion after an 8 hour work day, an hour in the gym, followed by an evening of social banter and trying to look as jovial as possible. No quiz for the next two weeks as QuizMaster Nick is on holiday so i hope for going home early on those nights, but we shall see.
Friday night really went wrong when i felt proper ill in the pub. No energy. Wolfie and Hannah were out with some of their mates so i made an effort for them because we never see them. We started at the Oak and went to the OLd Vine which is now a completely non-smoking pub. Full of pretentious business types and their dolly birds. All Jaegar and fake Armani. And too hot. We went home after half an hour of getting there because it all got a bit much.
So i went to bed feeling like s**t and the Bear was fine. When we woke up i was fine and the Bear said he was feeling like s**t. Poor lamb had a full Saturday at work too. After a couple of hours in the pub afterwards, i treated him to a pizza and took him home. He looks a bit better today.
This week i have mostly been listening to Muse (surprise surprise) and Richard Hawley and i strongly recommend that Billy looks up Richard Hawley's song called 'Serious' if he hasn't already. I also heard a very brief snippet of the new Vampire Weekend song which i thought was very good but also very different. I don't know what it is called.
Till next week. x
Sunday 11 October 2009
Sunday 4 October 2009
Where is my life going? Oh yeah.
So. This week has been much the same as last week, as it usually is in Winch. Work hasn't been too bad save for the occasional pillock asking me for a blind in a colour we don't do it in and how dare we not have the blind she wants or the piece of fried gold that is 'Oi, do ya sell paint, darlin'?' Well shit me, i thought it was a D.I.Y. shop.
Monday night saw the Bear and I being invited to the Bishop on the Bridge's second pub quiz by Monster. Baz was feeling under the weather so didn't come out and her friends couldn't make it either. There was an intro round where the quiz dude held a microphone to a hifi which i thought was delightfully quaint compared to The Oak's quiz. There was also a general knowledge and a Winchester round (and another several rounds that i have forgotten), with questions such as 'Which Winchester secondary school did footballer Wayne Bridge go to?' Points go to Bear who pointed out he went to the same (scummy-Westgate was better) school. We came 3rd out of (oh the shame) 4 teams and won a packet of sweets which promptly made it into Monster's bag. Might go on Monday but i don't like getting home late on hairwashing nights so we'll see.
The gym started to pick up a little bit toward the end of the week. I had my fourth instructor lesson too and was taught core body muscles. Hurray! I don't have another damned appointment for 2 more weeks. Even though i have yet to see a dip on the scales (any kind of dip would be great) i felt fairly euphoric at the end of my sessions on Thurs and Fri and i've been a bit more careful with what i eat, largely omitting doughnuts at work.
Thursday saw a one week only return of the old style quiz with no buzzers. Quizmaster Nick had buzzer no.18 stolen from his quiz in Salisbury the week before. He posted a lot of mail/status updates about how livid he was about it and the various updates of what was happening as he was mysteriously getting contacted by various parties involved. Turns out the person who stole it was at the quiz getting pissed to celebrate the last night of him being a free man before he got sent down for some time on a theft and burglary rap the following morning. Nick is now in talks with his solicitor about trying to get it back. He says that he will be putting little chips in them to be able to find any that go missing in the future. We came third in the quiz. Boo and poo.
We went to the Railway on Friday night and managed to get 11 of us round one of those tiny round tables at the back by the cat huts. Crystal was a bit quiet and Hannah and I have noticed that she has been quiet or off the radar completely since the middle of September. She's stopped going to the quizzes and we miss her. We are waiting for the next Lonely Hearts Club to take her dancing and hopefully cheer her up. We went to the Railway again on the Saturday to see Christian's Alternative Karaoke. We all had a good time but sadly it was to be the last karaoke as Christian posted on Facebook that he is quitting doing it at the Railer after he made a loss.
I have been wasting my life playing Farmville, Mafia Wars and Cafe World on geekbook. The first and last are suprisingly addictive. The Bear is playing Guitar Hero after watching some programme by Charlie Higson relating to computer games.
The Bear has handed his notice in. How cool is that. I can't wait until i get to do the same but i have many months to go before that. He starts his 6 or so months training with his uncle in Nov so i guess we move in April or May I plan to give a months notice but to work part time for my last two months so that i can get my shit together with packing and finding a job down there. Bear suggested we have a party to celebrate our leaving on the scale of the last leaving party we had at the Railway before we moved to Aber. I think things are a bit different now though because all the people i'd want there are no longer in Winch and i'd want QuizNick to lay on the music but as lovely a thought that is, i think we're better off putting that sort of money into the new life. It'd run to about 500 smackers and that is frankly ridiculous. Instead, i fancy getting blind drunk after my last shift at the Base (and being allowed to!) not having a work leaving do cos that'd be gay and having a succession of leaving meals and drinks to make sure we see everyone before we go. I'm so excited. I want to see my bosses face when i ask to go part time. Sadly the way things are going at Base he'll probably be grateful to give me less hours.
I must go now to sort out a Spicy kitten with a bleeding tail after her latest neighbourhood scrap. And for a crafty fag. Adios.
Monday night saw the Bear and I being invited to the Bishop on the Bridge's second pub quiz by Monster. Baz was feeling under the weather so didn't come out and her friends couldn't make it either. There was an intro round where the quiz dude held a microphone to a hifi which i thought was delightfully quaint compared to The Oak's quiz. There was also a general knowledge and a Winchester round (and another several rounds that i have forgotten), with questions such as 'Which Winchester secondary school did footballer Wayne Bridge go to?' Points go to Bear who pointed out he went to the same (scummy-Westgate was better) school. We came 3rd out of (oh the shame) 4 teams and won a packet of sweets which promptly made it into Monster's bag. Might go on Monday but i don't like getting home late on hairwashing nights so we'll see.
The gym started to pick up a little bit toward the end of the week. I had my fourth instructor lesson too and was taught core body muscles. Hurray! I don't have another damned appointment for 2 more weeks. Even though i have yet to see a dip on the scales (any kind of dip would be great) i felt fairly euphoric at the end of my sessions on Thurs and Fri and i've been a bit more careful with what i eat, largely omitting doughnuts at work.
Thursday saw a one week only return of the old style quiz with no buzzers. Quizmaster Nick had buzzer no.18 stolen from his quiz in Salisbury the week before. He posted a lot of mail/status updates about how livid he was about it and the various updates of what was happening as he was mysteriously getting contacted by various parties involved. Turns out the person who stole it was at the quiz getting pissed to celebrate the last night of him being a free man before he got sent down for some time on a theft and burglary rap the following morning. Nick is now in talks with his solicitor about trying to get it back. He says that he will be putting little chips in them to be able to find any that go missing in the future. We came third in the quiz. Boo and poo.
We went to the Railway on Friday night and managed to get 11 of us round one of those tiny round tables at the back by the cat huts. Crystal was a bit quiet and Hannah and I have noticed that she has been quiet or off the radar completely since the middle of September. She's stopped going to the quizzes and we miss her. We are waiting for the next Lonely Hearts Club to take her dancing and hopefully cheer her up. We went to the Railway again on the Saturday to see Christian's Alternative Karaoke. We all had a good time but sadly it was to be the last karaoke as Christian posted on Facebook that he is quitting doing it at the Railer after he made a loss.
I have been wasting my life playing Farmville, Mafia Wars and Cafe World on geekbook. The first and last are suprisingly addictive. The Bear is playing Guitar Hero after watching some programme by Charlie Higson relating to computer games.
The Bear has handed his notice in. How cool is that. I can't wait until i get to do the same but i have many months to go before that. He starts his 6 or so months training with his uncle in Nov so i guess we move in April or May I plan to give a months notice but to work part time for my last two months so that i can get my shit together with packing and finding a job down there. Bear suggested we have a party to celebrate our leaving on the scale of the last leaving party we had at the Railway before we moved to Aber. I think things are a bit different now though because all the people i'd want there are no longer in Winch and i'd want QuizNick to lay on the music but as lovely a thought that is, i think we're better off putting that sort of money into the new life. It'd run to about 500 smackers and that is frankly ridiculous. Instead, i fancy getting blind drunk after my last shift at the Base (and being allowed to!) not having a work leaving do cos that'd be gay and having a succession of leaving meals and drinks to make sure we see everyone before we go. I'm so excited. I want to see my bosses face when i ask to go part time. Sadly the way things are going at Base he'll probably be grateful to give me less hours.
I must go now to sort out a Spicy kitten with a bleeding tail after her latest neighbourhood scrap. And for a crafty fag. Adios.
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