Feb. 8th, 2016

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I am at the tail end of a long weekend off work. To be honest, it was a spectacularly badly timed one - this month involves me doing nothing but 4 days weeks due to hen parties and weddings so obviously we are STUPIDLY BUSY still, now with extra added surprise!maternity leave for a colleague which means I have to recruit for her replacement in between all of us remaining admin people trying to pick up bits of her workload. She is fine, baby is fine, as long as she stays on bed rest until the birth. I'm not doing enough of her work to have gone but we had to send two ladies to her house for the handover. Oh dear.

Anyway, I still had the time this weekend. On Friday I woke up late, went for a super long run (I really enjoy a long run before lunch now, when it's light out rather than the dark stumping I am normally forced into) and then realised I was running a wee bit late for the train. Made it on time and went on my merry way up to Birmingham with an interlude of moving carriage because there was a toddler who had been given a whistle. It was awful. I spent the rest of my journey sat next to heavily tattoo-ed skinheads who were determinedly drinking their way through a crate of lager but they did so quietly and politely so I enjoyed a glass of Train Wine and read a biography of the Romanov dynasty, as I am currently interested in 18th century Russian history, as you do. I was travelling in order to go to Kirsty's hen do as she and Philip are getting married in April. Yes, wedding season has indeed started for 2016...

After getting lot in Birmingham I made it to the commuter train, got out to Cradley Heath and met Claire, who as the bridesmaid had the responsibility to organise the hen do itself. We drove up with another of Kirsty's friends, a lady called Danielle who is possibly the sweetest person I met all weekend and got to York in good time for the cottage Claire had booked. I met lots of other people, we had a 'picky tea' which is the superior kind and drank in a mild kind of way before heading off to bed. I was sharing a room with a lady called Sarah. The room had the world's squeakiest beds so we are now firm friends based on a sympathetic understanding of each other's turning patterns at night.

The cottage had a POOL which I swam in on Saturday morning as more people arrived, including Ali. We've worked out we're seeing more of each other than we're seeing of our husbands over this month - we had the hen do, she and Andrew are staying at ours next weekend and then we're all at a wedding the weekend after that! Given I normally see her once a year at best this is impressive. The Saturday activity was a craft activity, where we made quilt squares and the company that ran the event will turn these into a quilt for Kirsty. This is a lovely activity, and right up her street, but oh, I am terrible at this sort of thing. I can sew, but in a functional way rather than a pretty way. Ah well. It was something a bit different which is good. In the evening we all dressed up in varying approximations of vintage dresses and went out for a meal in York itself, before winding back to the cottage, playing Mr and Mrs, drinking gently, and heading to bed.

Sunday was a day in York itself. I've not been to York for years and I was very impressed at what a beautiful city it is. We went to York Minster (BEAUTIFUL) and I am determined to go back and see the city properly. Also! Walking down the street, I recognised an old schoolfriend. "SIMON HALPIN?" I exclaimed and we had a very brief catch up of 'what are you doing here?' 'I live here! What are YOU doing here?' and have already exchanged facebook messages. Too brief but still, good to see neither of us have changed that much.

Came home late yesterday and although I feel bad about not being in today I also think it's the right decision. I've been for another long run in which I battled Storm Imogen (I was planning to run along the canal but after nearly being swept up a couple of times I went elsewhere!), had lunch, done the weekly shop and cleaned the house. (One might enquire why Richie did not do the latter items over the weekend and I assure you, one shall be enquiring when he gets home from work later.) Still, now it's done and I'm enjoying relaxing with a cup of tea. Mmmm. Also, it does mean I've spent a day not talking to anyone, which post hen do was quietly needed. Wonderful bunch of ladies but ah, it's nice to recharge with a day like this.
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I am at the tail end of a long weekend off work. To be honest, it was a spectacularly badly timed one - this month involves me doing nothing but 4 days weeks due to hen parties and weddings so obviously we are STUPIDLY BUSY still, now with extra added surprise!maternity leave for a colleague which means I have to recruit for her replacement in between all of us remaining admin people trying to pick up bits of her workload. She is fine, baby is fine, as long as she stays on bed rest until the birth. I'm not doing enough of her work to have gone but we had to send two ladies to her house for the handover. Oh dear.

Anyway, I still had the time this weekend. On Friday I woke up late, went for a super long run (I really enjoy a long run before lunch now, when it's light out rather than the dark stumping I am normally forced into) and then realised I was running a wee bit late for the train. Made it on time and went on my merry way up to Birmingham with an interlude of moving carriage because there was a toddler who had been given a whistle. It was awful. I spent the rest of my journey sat next to heavily tattoo-ed skinheads who were determinedly drinking their way through a crate of lager but they did so quietly and politely so I enjoyed a glass of Train Wine and read a biography of the Romanov dynasty, as I am currently interested in 18th century Russian history, as you do. I was travelling in order to go to Kirsty's hen do as she and Philip are getting married in April. Yes, wedding season has indeed started for 2016...

After getting lot in Birmingham I made it to the commuter train, got out to Cradley Heath and met Claire, who as the bridesmaid had the responsibility to organise the hen do itself. We drove up with another of Kirsty's friends, a lady called Danielle who is possibly the sweetest person I met all weekend and got to York in good time for the cottage Claire had booked. I met lots of other people, we had a 'picky tea' which is the superior kind and drank in a mild kind of way before heading off to bed. I was sharing a room with a lady called Sarah. The room had the world's squeakiest beds so we are now firm friends based on a sympathetic understanding of each other's turning patterns at night.

The cottage had a POOL which I swam in on Saturday morning as more people arrived, including Ali. We've worked out we're seeing more of each other than we're seeing of our husbands over this month - we had the hen do, she and Andrew are staying at ours next weekend and then we're all at a wedding the weekend after that! Given I normally see her once a year at best this is impressive. The Saturday activity was a craft activity, where we made quilt squares and the company that ran the event will turn these into a quilt for Kirsty. This is a lovely activity, and right up her street, but oh, I am terrible at this sort of thing. I can sew, but in a functional way rather than a pretty way. Ah well. It was something a bit different which is good. In the evening we all dressed up in varying approximations of vintage dresses and went out for a meal in York itself, before winding back to the cottage, playing Mr and Mrs, drinking gently, and heading to bed.

Sunday was a day in York itself. I've not been to York for years and I was very impressed at what a beautiful city it is. We went to York Minster (BEAUTIFUL) and I am determined to go back and see the city properly. Also! Walking down the street, I recognised an old schoolfriend. "SIMON HALPIN?" I exclaimed and we had a very brief catch up of 'what are you doing here?' 'I live here! What are YOU doing here?' and have already exchanged facebook messages. Too brief but still, good to see neither of us have changed that much.

Came home late yesterday and although I feel bad about not being in today I also think it's the right decision. I've been for another long run in which I battled Storm Imogen (I was planning to run along the canal but after nearly being swept up a couple of times I went elsewhere!), had lunch, done the weekly shop and cleaned the house. (One might enquire why Richie did not do the latter items over the weekend and I assure you, one shall be enquiring when he gets home from work later.) Still, now it's done and I'm enjoying relaxing with a cup of tea. Mmmm. Also, it does mean I've spent a day not talking to anyone, which post hen do was quietly needed. Wonderful bunch of ladies but ah, it's nice to recharge with a day like this.

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