– or shopping with SD continued- I’ve experimented with perfume even less than with make-up. I hate it when people leave scent trails, unless they’re REALLY good ones, and then I stalk them MWAHAHAHAHAA!!! No. I don’t really stalk people. I’m just really fussy about the ones I would stalk if it was down to […]
– or shopping with Swimming-D – I don’t wear make-up. I was going to add ‘ever’ but that would be lying. I dabbled in it a lot, or rather dabbled in a lot of it, as a toddler, smearing lipstick over my forehead, cheeks and chin while my mother wasn’t looking*, and again as a […]
It’s not recommended. In fact, I would say you shouldn’t do it. It’s the sort of thing that can mess up your plans. Except, thinking about it, my plans mostly aren’t up to scratch, so they might as well be messed up or completely got rid of. Sometimes doing things you shouldn’t do seems to […]
I don’t much like shopping. Food-shopping is bearable, clothes-shopping generally isn’t, although it is marginally better than shoe-shopping, and a whole lot better than bra-shopping. I tend to avoid it if at all possible. However. Sometimes life strikes, and I get invited somewhere that calls for something other than jeans. It seems life has struck. […]
This was a comment on a post about arriving early to interviews. I decided it’s almost worthy of it’s own post, so I’m giving it one 🙂 I arrived half an hour early to my last one too.. Only I then spent 25 minutes trying to work out if I was in the right building […]
“This problem only exists because I think it does” Problems are pretty much a given when one’s alive. The way you look at them can change them into more major or minor problems. The particular sort I mean are the sort of problems other people might want to exchange for their own. Problems like the […]
I have decided to be super organised. Not as organised as I said I would be in October, but still a good sight better than I sometimes am. I have exams in the last week of July. My last ‘block’ (46-50 hours of lessons) is the first week of July. Usually I would finish the […]
Okay, so I’m [most probably] going to sound either incredibly stuck up or incredibly naiive for the next paragraph or two.. please bear with me. *** I got a phonecall from my skiing teacher a couple of weeks ago. He said he’d just got in from a day of skiing and asked if I wanted […]
On Thursday I decided to go to Berlin. Naja, ish. While it is true that I decided to go, it wasn’t entirely my decision. I was invited to a meeting. The sort that it would be silly not to go to. Some of you know why, some don’t. It’s not entirely relevant. The only relevant […]
Today my workshop was invaded by 2 pidgeons. I left for 10-15 minutes to print something in a different room, when I got back, there they were. Apparently they mate for life. I was told that by most of the people who found out about my predicament. Not that it really helped me much. But […]
I returned to work on Monday and was confronted with a large grey-brown box. Apparently The Colleague got wind of someone throwing it away and decided it would be a good coming-back-to-work present for me. Today, after sitting and looking at it for 2 and a half days, I got The Other Guy to drive […]
Keeping a group of seven 7-12 year old boys together for 2 hours while changing rooms 12 times (circuit training) is a challenge. Keeping your cool even more so 😉 They are amazingly willing to please, as long as you tell them EXACTLY what you want them to do and why… Ok, so they still […]
Yes. I realise this post is months overdue. Naja, I suppose weeks is more accurate, but for some parts it’s enough weeks to be more than a month… *** I can’t ski without hobbling about for days afterwards. I asked my teacher back in February how long it takes to train your muscles to cope […]
ARGH!! Not that I’m at all p****d off. At myself as much as at them. I went shopping this morning (why I’m home on a workday is another story). I wanted to buy milk, among other things. One of the 50.000 milk sorts was on offer. One that’s produced by happy, non-genetically-modified-feed-fed, local cows. It’s […]
Babushka, for anyone who doesn’t know, was the lady who wanted to go with the wise men to see baby Jesus (and bring him presents and toys), but who hadn’t finished tidying her house yet, so she stayed behind, promising to follow them as soon as she was finished. The thing is, when she was […]