I have vowed this many times before, but today I'm making a pact (again) to never eat my lunch at my desk. My phone hasn't stopped ringing, and people have been running in to see me every two minutes for things that JUST CAN'T WAIT!
I love my job. No honestly, really I do.
Actually, it's not too bad, just having to do a bit too much managing for my liking this week.
I came home to a - temporarily - empty house last night. Carole was at her class while Luca was with his Gran. The latter two, however, arrived within minutes of my return home. Luca was in chirpy mode (he normally is after being with his Granny) and for once insisted on his Dad doing the nighttime bottle/wash/story thing. Very rare, as I'm perennially persona non grata when Gran is around! However, due to the infrequency in which he's seen me this week (using buses for commuting adds an extra hour or two to the working day) he maybe decided he hadn't teased his old Dad enough lately.
Speaking of which (though not strictly speaking teasing), Carole told me that Luca was in "exuberant" mode the other day. Yes, "exuberant" is in inverted comma's for a reason. For reasons known only to himself, he literally (from a sedate stationary position) thew his whole body at his Mum, using his book as weapon! Did that go down well? With Carole involved? You decide....
And while on the subject of curious sights, I don't think Mum noticed me watching her play with Sima in the back garden last night. Sima is a Jack Russell, a breed which naturally bounce up and down when excited. This clearly was entertaining Mum greatly, as she stood in front of the mini dog and attempted to replicate her. Yes, a (almost) 60 year old woman was bouncing up and down in our back garden last night like a loon. What will the neighbours think....
I cooked tea again last night. Kind of. It was fish and potatoes which had already been prepared and were sitting in the pot and pan just needing the heat switched on. But it's all down to how well you switch the heat on, so I will claim this successful dish as my own. I had it ready perfectly in time for Carole coming home, and we ate it in front of the (brilliant) Champions League Semi Final on TV. Carole's enthusiasm for the sport is gradually creeping up on my own, so I've decided to get her a season ticket for Partick Thistle for her birthday. I'm sure it will be popular.
Tonight I'm heading straight from the office into town, to meet up with a couple of the boys before setting off for Dundee. In our wisdom (!) we've decided it a good idea to head down for Aberdeen's vital (football) match which will determine whether or not we'll qualify for a place in Europe next season. Highly doubtful, and the likely time I'll get home to Inverurie (after midnight) surely makes tonight a foolhardy decision.
**Conspiracy Theory Of The Day - The Nazis had a Moon Base - Esoteric Hitlerists and conspiracy theorists interested in Nazi mysticism and World War II have speculated that the Germans landed on the Moon as early as 1942.According to other theories it is believed that the Nazis had made contact with 'half a dozen' alien races, including the malevolent Reptilians**
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