Tomorrow is a Big Day workwise. We are all going to some basement conference room in the Street of Power, and explaining to a large group of people Why Stuff Matters.
I am doing the initial chunk of the presentation, and the more time I have spent on it, the more I realise that I know NEXT TO NOTHING about it. I will have to deploy a sharp suit and some expensive makeup, and try to wing it on a wave of confidence and Chanel*.
Arse.
Ah work. It's like fun, but with all the good stuff sucked out of it, and added stress and anxiety.
This week has been pretty good so far, to be fair. I walked bloody MILES through London on Monday, and fell sound asleep on the train home, waking up with a snort of alarm in Salisbury. Always attractive, that.
Tuesday was glorious. Warm and sunny, a bit like Abroad. I walked to the office in the morning from Waterloo, having overslept and caught the later train** which put me in a good mood for the rest of the day. It makes a huge difference, that extra half an hour. Mind you, the later train is jam-packed, standing room only by Basingstoke.
Come hometime, I started walking down Victoria Street, then on a sudden impulse I hailed a cab.
Well, it was great.
I felt like a rock star as we swept through Parliament Square and over Westminster Bridge, jumping out at Waterloo all relaxed and non-sweaty. And it only cost me a fiver. Well worth it for the buzz.
Tomorrow I am in London again, then we are off out for an Indian in town*** with some of our lovely mates. And on Friday (da-da-daaaaaaaa!) we are going to a festival. With music! And camping! And hippies, I expect. Been YEARS since we went to a music festival, so it will either be incredible fun or we'll utterly loathe it, and come home remembering why we stopped going before.
Mr WithaY is threatening to buy a didgeridoo.
I wish I was kidding.
*The makeup, not the suit. I don't think Chanel make suits for women of my mighty girth.
**The 07:25. Lazy slacker that I am.
***Ha!
5 comments:
Sounds like you are doing more than your share to hold down the fort on your corner of the world.
My husband and I went to a blues concert, we looked forward to it like excited children. When we got there the band wasn't going to perform until "late", standing room only (we were by the toilets), there was too much smoke and we couldn't hear the compare because he was drunk. We went home early.
Stupid blues concert.
"Ah work. It's like fun, but with all the good stuff sucked out of it, and added stress and anxiety."
AAAAAAAAaahahahahah. Best. line. ever. I'm stealing it, if you don't mind.
At least you can console yourself, as the train stops at Basingstoke, with the thought you aren't getting off there.
Eloh, no, I am just good at talking up my contribution!
Middle Sis, you are obviously far too grown-up for the blues. I suggest the Human League.
DameEmma, you're welcome!
MLS, yes indeed, it is always a comfort to know I am not getting off at Basingstoke.
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