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Feb. 24th, 2009 11:06 amGnah everything is BUSY. Busybusybusy. Suddenly have LOTS to do at work, all of which needs done about NOW.
Also plenty to do at Home, between horse, hospital visits and not letting the house descend into chaos (I may be failing on that last part). Mainly now trying to avoid falling into the STRESSY ARRGGGH of last week where I constantly felt that no matter where I was, I should be rushing to get somewhere else.
On the plus side Mum *is* doing better, the infection in her shoulder is apparently responding to the antibiotics, but she'll be in hosptial for at least another week, possibly 2, on the IV thingy.
Another plus, I had a really good and surprisingly relaxing, or at least stress-escaping weekend at febmeet. Partly due to avoiding f'ing Feltham as much possible (beacuse it IS a dreary shithole).
Also, probably because one reason I wasn't looking forward to it so much this year was that a lot of the people I really wanted to see were unlikely to be there. But then most of them actually turned up on saturday, plus a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelemvor on friday, which was great ;)
Had a lovely afternoon Friday pottering round Windsor, thanks tomalvino's cunning plan, with a boat trip down the river, viparian entertainments and Scientific Discourse. Did you know goose honks sound the same forwards and backwards? Trufax! Except Belgian geese of course (they pronounce the 'h').
And there was certainly NO disturbing nice waiters in Nice Bars by muttering "They're clawing at MY EYES" as he approached (note to self - never visit butterfly house withthipe).
Arriving in Feltham to discover the bar staff were already pissed off with the group was less good, but allievated by some of their lovely lovely ciders. And singing (in a good cause!). And befriending Locals.
Saturday, had a lovely day lurking in the hotel room with tasty snacks and lots of fizzy cola, and planning The Best Cave Ever. Then bar again, with more cider and SURPRISE people. And presents! Later, more singing and eventually bed. With a Trustee AND Director (or, high lord and lord for us older folk ;p). Tho sadly this consisted more of "shut up or I will STAB YOU IN THE FACE" than hot sex0ring, but still, surely gets me some sort of points? If only for NOT stabbing them...
Sunday was just pain and tiredness and Oh God WHY Am I Still In Feltham?? Tho, farewell HUGS from lovely people were good (except Tique who is just disturbing, as always ;p), also promises to visit. Again ;p
And then eventually going home. Stupid late flights.
In short? Great weekend, had a wonderful time because of the people there, but would be even better if it was Somewhere Else less shite. With a decent hotel.
And now, back to work! Woe.
Also plenty to do at Home, between horse, hospital visits and not letting the house descend into chaos (I may be failing on that last part). Mainly now trying to avoid falling into the STRESSY ARRGGGH of last week where I constantly felt that no matter where I was, I should be rushing to get somewhere else.
On the plus side Mum *is* doing better, the infection in her shoulder is apparently responding to the antibiotics, but she'll be in hosptial for at least another week, possibly 2, on the IV thingy.
Another plus, I had a really good and surprisingly relaxing, or at least stress-escaping weekend at febmeet. Partly due to avoiding f'ing Feltham as much possible (beacuse it IS a dreary shithole).
Also, probably because one reason I wasn't looking forward to it so much this year was that a lot of the people I really wanted to see were unlikely to be there. But then most of them actually turned up on saturday, plus a
kelemvor on friday, which was great ;)Had a lovely afternoon Friday pottering round Windsor, thanks to
malvino's cunning plan, with a boat trip down the river, viparian entertainments and Scientific Discourse. Did you know goose honks sound the same forwards and backwards? Trufax! Except Belgian geese of course (they pronounce the 'h').And there was certainly NO disturbing nice waiters in Nice Bars by muttering "They're clawing at MY EYES" as he approached (note to self - never visit butterfly house with
thipe).Arriving in Feltham to discover the bar staff were already pissed off with the group was less good, but allievated by some of their lovely lovely ciders. And singing (in a good cause!). And befriending Locals.
Saturday, had a lovely day lurking in the hotel room with tasty snacks and lots of fizzy cola, and planning The Best Cave Ever. Then bar again, with more cider and SURPRISE people. And presents! Later, more singing and eventually bed. With a Trustee AND Director (or, high lord and lord for us older folk ;p). Tho sadly this consisted more of "shut up or I will STAB YOU IN THE FACE" than hot sex0ring, but still, surely gets me some sort of points? If only for NOT stabbing them...
Sunday was just pain and tiredness and Oh God WHY Am I Still In Feltham?? Tho, farewell HUGS from lovely people were good (except Tique who is just disturbing, as always ;p), also promises to visit. Again ;p
And then eventually going home. Stupid late flights.
In short? Great weekend, had a wonderful time because of the people there, but would be even better if it was Somewhere Else less shite. With a decent hotel.
And now, back to work! Woe.
