Last year I started to read Wolf Hall. Not a small book. Fairly large and heavy. Each night in bed I would almost put my back out lifting it from the bedside table and then twisting my self around so that I could rest the thing on a cushion before me. What with the 'days end' face, the reading glasses, the t-shirt and the bank of pillows behind me (I like to be propped up in bed before sleep....Lawd knows eventually I will want one of those bed jackets that old ladies wear...........y'see the fact that I even know what a bed jacket is scares me......) and possibly a mug of hot chocolate, I must have been a sultry sexy sight to behold for the mister. Anyway I almost got wrist strain trying to read the thing and gave up. Well I suppose, truth be told, at that time I just wasn't gripped by it......until now when I am trying it again on the Kindle.....so far so fabulous.
At 4:50 on Friday, just before leaving work, my boss wanted a word......no.... it wasn't my P45 but without boring details suffice to say I have been shafted re roles and have to move onto another job in order to accommodate someone returning from maternity leave. I don't much care either way what I do, but the returning person is well known for being work shy, argumentative, lazy (and also someone that says 'he writ that letter then'...which drives me mad....grrrrr) and the whole swapping roles and responsibilities thing was handled really badly, but what really really upset me (although I hope I hid it well) was that as a 57 year old woman, when my late 20 something boss was telling me this, I wanted to cry!!!!!! I so wanted to stand up say 'take your job and shove it'........but not having that luxury, instead I explained that I wasn't happy but wished him a good weekend and then got my coat. When I got home I weeded like a demon in the garden for an hour (there was no rain!!!) muttering away to myself and feeling all teary.......and now I just have to knuckle down and keep buying the lottery tickets I guess.
Uni., daughter is away for the weekend, and has left behind tons of stuff that she no longer wants - before Pa takes it all to the tip or the charity shop, because she knows I am a control freak, she said I could go through it all first (I know....that sounds terrible doesn't it? but I am such a hoarder and need to know what is and isn't being disposed of.....she accommodates this up to a point and I am working on just letting things go..watch this space..) and I am so glad I did......along with old make up and broken bits of this and that, she was throwing out her school class photos.....those cardboard tubes with a long photo inside that you wait for and pay for and have fun looking for your child in.........I mean, I know most photos are on computers now...but really?...I couldn't bear it and so have put them to one side....does that make me really pathetic?
I was also totting up the cost of all the magazines she has collected over the years (and I must say she has lovingly gone through each one) and Vogue, Harpers et al don't come cheap! A four foot high pile of very expensive pictures of beautiful clothing has cost us a fortune over the years.................and I remember doing exactly the same thing with my son when he moved out and we did the same with his collection of Empire/cinema/superhero type mags.......years and years of collecting ended in one afternoon of clearing out.
Note to self...........perhaps if we hadn't bought so many expensive magazines for our kids I could have given up work!!!!!
We ripped up/took up the carpet from our bedroom yesterday, and once we have slapped some magnolia on the walls, we will be having new solid wood flooring laid.......I am very excited about this, because, apart from being sick of seeing the cat hair that the hoover will just not pick up, no matter how hard I try, the new flooring will mean I can update my bedroom, with new curtains and a tweak or two here and there, and this makes me excited because I am a sad bugger who gets excited about such little things these days. No rushing off to Paris with a toyboy for me.....let me loose in soft furnishings and I get quite giddy.
Have a good week everybody x