sarren

Tonight is the last time I will ever have to do end of week paperwork. My boss promised me that if I agreed to work Saturday (my last day is officially Friday) I'd only have to work Tuesday, Friday and Saturday dayshifts. So this could also be my last night shift ever too! However, I fully expect him to have forgotten this promise and I will get into work and he will have rostered me as normal and then I will have to Be Firm With Him.

I braved the wind and the rain last night to go play cards with kremmen and kbpenguin. They taught me 'David and Goliath' and 'Up and Down the River'. The first one was quite short and I have forgotten it already, but the River one was long enough that I may even remember how to play it again - if people will come and play it with me REALLY SOON.

WHO WANTS TO PLAY CARDS WITH ME, LIKE, THIS WEEK?

So if zebra363 ever gets tired of doing arcane things to horses' feet and fancies a career change I'm thinking indoor house painting might be the way to go. The colour scheme is fab and the quality of the work very professional looking and she did it ALL HERSELF. I did volunteer to help at the time but Zebra may have taken the unenthusiastic tone of voice to mean that I didn't want to help. I can't imagine why she'd assume that....

Meanwhile Zebra had cooked up a storm, so much so that even arriving two and a half hours late as I did, there was still much yummy stuff left for me.

Was surprised to find myself dragged off to engage in physical activity immediately after by Emma, of all people. Cos she has this petanque set (apparently called Bull by plebs) I get to call it by a spiffy foreign name having been introduced to it first in Mauritius. I got all excited when I first saw the box with the balls in - I thought we were up for a rousing game of Quidditch. Alas. But much fun was had anyway.

Emma did manage to injure herself slightly throwing the ball. But since she had earlier managed to fall off her chair (I missed that, disappointingly) I'm just glad we ended the game when we did.

Then Zebra gave me the grand tour of the property that I'd also missed out on before, at an exhilarating pace that didn't allow for me to watch my step as carefully as I really would have wished. My sneakers may never be the same.

mourns

The horses are as cute as ever, and looking well in their new home. Must take Zebra up on her offer to ride one soon...

Trip home in the dark was challenging. Managed to nearly take out an animal just short of the township. I thought it was a fox by the colouring, but on second thought I maybe it was too big. cricketk?special_trille? You were just behind me, did you see what it was?

After 15 minutes of obeying the speedlimit, maybe a bit slower on the curves, and when passing roadtrains, was overtaken by cricketk which, while it deprived me of my 'Lost Highway' sensation I always get when speeding into pitch darkness, did make the trip more relaxing for me, as it's much easier to follow another car, even when the driver of the other car apparently regards speed limits as guidelines, rather than rules...

20k's over, Cricket?

shakes head Shocked, I tell you.

Anyway, I had a really fun time, thanks for having us over, Zebra!

If she hadn't recced that bloody Lanning Cook epic - a WIP dammit! - I'd have got my damn con 'report' finished while anybody still cared. It's nearly 1500k! The story, that is.

So, I have a few hours before I'm due over at my bro's house to hang with the fam. My big thing *this week* is my sis is visiting from Wisconsin for one week only, so I'm pretty much spending all the time I can get off work with her.

I was over there last night but my poor sis, not having slept for 2 days, understandably fell asleep in front of PotC about 7pm. More embarrassing is how my bro and I were practically unconscious by about 8pm, beers unfinished. Out for the count at 8pm on a Saturday night. How pathetic are we?

So I buggered off home, having revived somewhat I decided to swing by Trille's place as I remembered that her lovely housemate had organised a DS viewing night specifically, as I understand it, to introduce our newbie, psycho_tabby, to a 2nd fandom. Cos having only one fandom is clearly unacceptable.

A good plan, that unaccountably fell apart when the evening descended into a rabid UNO war. Check out Tabby's lj for a clear concise report.

So instead of 'stopping by' I ended up not dragging myself home til about 1.30am. At which time it seemed imperative to do much washing type activities for a couple of hours.

So, bit of a lie in, for a change, followed by lazy morning of hot cross buns and Starsky and Hutch on TV1. So the last scene of the ep has Starsky take Hutch's arm and say "C'mon my big, blond boy, I'm taking you home and tucking you in.."

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