Monthly Archives: December 2004

I decided to brave the shops in town today. I didn’t really need anything in the sales, but I did need exciting stuff like new socks, and a pair of jeans. It wasn’t actually as insanely busy as I feared. I managed to get the few bits I needed without too much of a problem. I even timed getting home almost perfectly so that there was a fresh granary loaf just finishing off. Nice warm, fresh bread for lunch is ace.

Happy Christmas everyone, I think I’ve eaten too much. I might have to start on the 25 year old single malt later, although I’m trying to save that for a bit longer.

Thanks to the wonderous delights of the festive season, the sandwich bar at work had run out of bread by 12:00, and won’t be getting any more until the 4^th of Jan 2005. How crap is that? To make it even worse, the cash machine in the atrium wouldn’t give me any money. We soon solved the lack of bread problem by getting a chinese takeaway instead, a much nicer, although more expesive solution.

I’ve also spent time preparing for the office "party" tomorrow, mainly by procuring coffee machines so that we can make mulled-wine using the hot-plate.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much chocolate in one office before.
There is a seemingly never ending supply of quality street, minature heroes, roses etc. Only broken up by the occasional mince pie and a few bottles of wine to drink tomorrow.

I’m currently babysitting in deepest darkest Peasdown St John, not a particularly arduous task as Ethan seems to have finally nodded off to sleep after being read several books. Thanks to the delights of broadband, I can now furtle around on my home PC’s almost as quickly as if I was lounging in the armchair at home.

Work was it’s usually manically busy self today, although with a slightly relaxing festive air to lighten the mood. Tomorrow will be a disrupted day due to dentist appointments and lengthy lunches, then I’m off Wednesday for the grand unveiling (and fitting) of my new front door. Caledonian Road will never been the same again.

A slightly more constructive day today. I managed to write the remaining christmas cards, and post those that needed posting, then wrapped up the remainder of the presents. I even left the house for a while to buy stamps and firelighters.

Depsite the good weather today I didn’t actually ride a bike, partly because I didn’t wake up until 11. However I did fit new pedals to the crossbike, and put cleats onto my new winter shoes.

Today I have done nothing constructive whatsoever.

It’s that time of year again when I celebrate the passing of another 12 months. Tonight it will mostly be celebrated whilst watching New Model Army in Cambridge.

I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue is back on Radio 4. This means Monday evenings have improved no end.

Update: Linda Smith singing the words from Psycho Killer by Talking Heads to the tune of Save Your Love by Renee and Renato was absolute genius.

An hour or so after I get to work I open my courier bag to look for my multi-tool, and find everything swimming in a lake of diet-coke. Luckily my camera and mp3 player seem untouched, the USB memory stick has died, and everything else is slightly sticky.

I hope the week doesn’t get any worse.