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I need to talk about lots of things at the moment; Eurovision, running, friends visiting. I've been busy in work too.

However, what I've been spending every other free minute doing is bashing out a multi-part series of MCU fanfic. I know. I know. But... I'm prouder of it than anything else I've ever written. I like to check my kudos-per-click percentage on Ao3, and it's about about 24% at the moment. Normally I lurk around the 10% rate. Even 'Kudos', which did really well, was about 11%. I'm not posting it here because the HTML, for me, is really complicated.

So, as part of the overall series of The Court Of Public Opinion, I present:

Title: Specialist
Fandoms: MCU, Daredevil, Jessica Jones
Summary: Trish Walker starts a conversation. J Jonah Jameson fails to end it. Frank Castle doesn’t really care. Luke Cage is an excellent bartender. Foggy Nelson is the vigilante lawyer of choice.

"I'm going to have to talk about it on the show, you know."

Jessica looked up from her drink and raised an eyebrow. "You talk about something on the show every day, Trish. That's the title."


Title: Family Ties
Fandoms: MCU, Daredevil
Summary: Steve Rogers is better at social media than you would think. Claire Temple makes poor drink choices. Sam Wilson has strong opinions on geography. Laura Barton is tired. Natasha Romanov is not a romantic heroine. Foggy Nelson is still the vigilante lawyer of choice.

Thank you for your enquiry for Hogarth, Chao, Benowitz and Nelson. Due to high workloads, Mr Nelson is unable to respond to public emails soliciting his attention. Your enquiry will be passed on to our highly-qualified pool of lawyers...

It's been an odd two weeks, basically.

Oh yeah - in the second one, there's an entire well-crafted cocktail menu. There are puns and everything. I am the greatest or I have finally gone too far. One or the other.
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I need to talk about lots of things at the moment; Eurovision, running, friends visiting. I've been busy in work too.

However, what I've been spending every other free minute doing is bashing out a multi-part series of MCU fanfic. I know. I know. But... I'm prouder of it than anything else I've ever written. I like to check my kudos-per-click percentage on Ao3, and it's about about 24% at the moment. Normally I lurk around the 10% rate. Even 'Kudos', which did really well, was about 11%. I'm not posting it here because the HTML, for me, is really complicated.

So, as part of the overall series of The Court Of Public Opinion, I present:

Title: Specialist
Fandoms: MCU, Daredevil, Jessica Jones
Summary: Trish Walker starts a conversation. J Jonah Jameson fails to end it. Frank Castle doesn’t really care. Luke Cage is an excellent bartender. Foggy Nelson is the vigilante lawyer of choice.

"I'm going to have to talk about it on the show, you know."

Jessica looked up from her drink and raised an eyebrow. "You talk about something on the show every day, Trish. That's the title."


Title: Family Ties
Fandoms: MCU, Daredevil
Summary: Steve Rogers is better at social media than you would think. Claire Temple makes poor drink choices. Sam Wilson has strong opinions on geography. Laura Barton is tired. Natasha Romanov is not a romantic heroine. Foggy Nelson is still the vigilante lawyer of choice.

Thank you for your enquiry for Hogarth, Chao, Benowitz and Nelson. Due to high workloads, Mr Nelson is unable to respond to public emails soliciting his attention. Your enquiry will be passed on to our highly-qualified pool of lawyers...

It's been an odd two weeks, basically.

Oh yeah - in the second one, there's an entire well-crafted cocktail menu. There are puns and everything. I am the greatest or I have finally gone too far. One or the other.
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I am currently off work on my second sick day in a row. That pretty much never happens. On Saturday, in the glorious sunshine, we invited a couple of people around for a barbecue. It was lovely. We sat in the sun and then came indoors when it got cold, and chatted, and had a lovely evening. I went to bed at a sensible time after cleaning up the kitchen.

I started throwing up at about 4am. Shivers, fever, the whole shebang. I was in no fit state to make it into work on Monday. I woke up this morning and also completely failed to make it into work. I feel a little better now after several more hours of sleep this morning and am successfully keeping my lunch internal at the moment. I will even go to work tomorrow, not least because I've been occasionally checking my email on my phone and feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount I need to do when I get back in. uuurrrggghhh.

When the painkillers kick in I feel like I'm faking it but then again when I wake up at 3am I definitely no longer feel like that. So, you know, that's a thing.

I have mostly been spending the last couple of days watching Parks and Recreation and am very excited to see that they've finally achieved London and are just outside of lots of the places I work. (Oooh! They're in a hotel I ate lunch in recently!)

Philip and Kirsty are staying over this weekend and it's Eurovision, and I feel a bit guilty that I am going to fail to be a good hostess. I wanted to have each person represent a country and had PLANNED to be a great party planner but now I've had to send out a message that basically says "sorry that I will have failed to clean the house and also I will have very little food in because I suck".

Hey ho.
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I am currently off work on my second sick day in a row. That pretty much never happens. On Saturday, in the glorious sunshine, we invited a couple of people around for a barbecue. It was lovely. We sat in the sun and then came indoors when it got cold, and chatted, and had a lovely evening. I went to bed at a sensible time after cleaning up the kitchen.

I started throwing up at about 4am. Shivers, fever, the whole shebang. I was in no fit state to make it into work on Monday. I woke up this morning and also completely failed to make it into work. I feel a little better now after several more hours of sleep this morning and am successfully keeping my lunch internal at the moment. I will even go to work tomorrow, not least because I've been occasionally checking my email on my phone and feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount I need to do when I get back in. uuurrrggghhh.

When the painkillers kick in I feel like I'm faking it but then again when I wake up at 3am I definitely no longer feel like that. So, you know, that's a thing.

I have mostly been spending the last couple of days watching Parks and Recreation and am very excited to see that they've finally achieved London and are just outside of lots of the places I work. (Oooh! They're in a hotel I ate lunch in recently!)

Philip and Kirsty are staying over this weekend and it's Eurovision, and I feel a bit guilty that I am going to fail to be a good hostess. I wanted to have each person represent a country and had PLANNED to be a great party planner but now I've had to send out a message that basically says "sorry that I will have failed to clean the house and also I will have very little food in because I suck".

Hey ho.
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YOU GUYS I HAVE SEEN CIVIL WAR AND I HAVE SOME COMPLICATED FEELINGS ALTHOUGH THEY ARE POSITIVE ONES. Huge, massive, spoilers herein )

For those who didn't read below the cut, it was bloody awesome and I'm going to try and see it again.

Richie and I had actually booked the Friday off work to watch it, so we strolled up to the 10am showing with the 10 other hardcore geeks who were also off that day and morning people. We went for a fancy lunch up in Walthamstow village and had a very lazy Friday afternoon.

On Saturday I headed out to Henley-on-Thames with Richie, Fiona and a couple of his work colleagues for a Tough Mudder event, which is basically a really long run in the countryside with hideously difficult obstacles, including getting electrocuted, flinging yourself into ice water and flinging yourself up a vertical wall. I was very much just a spectator and my role was to spent a lot of time watching other people run through obstacles before cheering on 'my' team and then feed them cookies and Haribo. It was an entertaining day, although I was very drained by the end of it. I was also a delightful combination of deeply cold and sunburnt. Not as cold or as drained as the actual Mudders, though! Also, Richie managed to break his big toe. It was that kind of event.

Sunday was a lovely day. I had a long lie-in, if you exclude the neighbour's 2am one-woman tribute to Prince. (Seriously, I was woken up to a howled rendition of "I ONLY WANT TO SEE YOU SMILING THROUGH THE PURPLE RAIN! PURPLE RAIN PUUUUURRRPLE RAAAAAAIN!" I miss him too, lady, this isn't helping.) I got out for a run and then we went out for dinner at Senor Ceviche in Kingly Court, which I thoroughly recommend if you're into Peruvian food. And then today it was lunch with Fiona and David which is a good way to end a four day weekend, if you ask me.
hathycol: (robin hood drinks)
YOU GUYS I HAVE SEEN CIVIL WAR AND I HAVE SOME COMPLICATED FEELINGS ALTHOUGH THEY ARE POSITIVE ONES. Huge, massive, spoilers herein )

For those who didn't read below the cut, it was bloody awesome and I'm going to try and see it again.

Richie and I had actually booked the Friday off work to watch it, so we strolled up to the 10am showing with the 10 other hardcore geeks who were also off that day and morning people. We went for a fancy lunch up in Walthamstow village and had a very lazy Friday afternoon.

On Saturday I headed out to Henley-on-Thames with Richie, Fiona and a couple of his work colleagues for a Tough Mudder event, which is basically a really long run in the countryside with hideously difficult obstacles, including getting electrocuted, flinging yourself into ice water and flinging yourself up a vertical wall. I was very much just a spectator and my role was to spent a lot of time watching other people run through obstacles before cheering on 'my' team and then feed them cookies and Haribo. It was an entertaining day, although I was very drained by the end of it. I was also a delightful combination of deeply cold and sunburnt. Not as cold or as drained as the actual Mudders, though! Also, Richie managed to break his big toe. It was that kind of event.

Sunday was a lovely day. I had a long lie-in, if you exclude the neighbour's 2am one-woman tribute to Prince. (Seriously, I was woken up to a howled rendition of "I ONLY WANT TO SEE YOU SMILING THROUGH THE PURPLE RAIN! PURPLE RAIN PUUUUURRRPLE RAAAAAAIN!" I miss him too, lady, this isn't helping.) I got out for a run and then we went out for dinner at Senor Ceviche in Kingly Court, which I thoroughly recommend if you're into Peruvian food. And then today it was lunch with Fiona and David which is a good way to end a four day weekend, if you ask me.
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So, what I thought was a slightly busted Achilles tendon is a very busted peroneal tendon, which I keep stuttering and accidentally calling a busted perineum tendon which is a totally different thing one assumes. The one I've busted in still in my foot and I can't run for at least another two weeks (ten days now) and there's no way I'll be able to do my first 10k race. I was not in the best of moods to discover this on Friday. This was coupled with a very, very quiet workplace and no one else in my team being in, so I wrote an entire fic instead. And then this weekend I have started my training montage of stretches and yoga to try and get better, and I will overcome.

However, you don't want to hear about my pep talks to myself! Here, have a pep talk from Clint Barton to Scott Lang. Gen, 1499 words long, Civil War speculation.

(I mentioned that I'd written Civil War speculation to Richie. He looked at me and sighed. "Is it just some weird sex stuff between Steve and Bucky?"

"Firstly," I responded with dignity, "if I wrote it, it would just be weird conversations and meaningful silences with people picking labels off beer bottles. Secondly, actually, no, Steve and Bucky are doing all of that off screen with absolutely no hint about it in the text. I've just somehow written Clint Talks To People again.")

Title: Identity Crisis
Author: [livejournal.com profile] hathy_col
Rating: No rating, no warnings, extremely gen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Clint isn't sure why he keeps having to give these pep talks, given he's the least super-powered of them all.

A short piece written in advance of Civil War with a conversation I think might happen. Well. Maybe. Takes place just before the airport fight heavily trailed for the movie.

Fic below )

AO3 link here
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So, what I thought was a slightly busted Achilles tendon is a very busted peroneal tendon, which I keep stuttering and accidentally calling a busted perineum tendon which is a totally different thing one assumes. The one I've busted in still in my foot and I can't run for at least another two weeks (ten days now) and there's no way I'll be able to do my first 10k race. I was not in the best of moods to discover this on Friday. This was coupled with a very, very quiet workplace and no one else in my team being in, so I wrote an entire fic instead. And then this weekend I have started my training montage of stretches and yoga to try and get better, and I will overcome.

However, you don't want to hear about my pep talks to myself! Here, have a pep talk from Clint Barton to Scott Lang. Gen, 1499 words long, Civil War speculation.

(I mentioned that I'd written Civil War speculation to Richie. He looked at me and sighed. "Is it just some weird sex stuff between Steve and Bucky?"

"Firstly," I responded with dignity, "if I wrote it, it would just be weird conversations and meaningful silences with people picking labels off beer bottles. Secondly, actually, no, Steve and Bucky are doing all of that off screen with absolutely no hint about it in the text. I've just somehow written Clint Talks To People again.")

Title: Identity Crisis
Author: [personal profile] hathycol
Rating: No rating, no warnings, extremely gen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Clint isn't sure why he keeps having to give these pep talks, given he's the least super-powered of them all.

A short piece written in advance of Civil War with a conversation I think might happen. Well. Maybe. Takes place just before the airport fight heavily trailed for the movie.

Fic below )

AO3 link here
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Oh internet, I have a cold and feel desperately sorry for myself. I thought I'd survived this winter but apparently not. This is on top of me having mysteriously managed to buggar up my Achilles tendon, if by 'mysteriously' you mean 'running way too much over a weekend you silly person'. It's been ten days and I'm just graduating to being able to take the stairs again. Woe is me, internet, woe is me.

Anyway. In non-injury related news, I held an event for International Women's Day at work a couple of Fridays ago. It was good! I got slightly too tipsy - despite trying to leave at a sensible time I was collared by one of the ladies who helped me set up and she then unloaded all of her personal problems on me. And they are horrible, and bless her I tried, but oh HR is an odd career choice sometimes. So, um, wine. But before that it was good! And I feel like I'm making a difference, sort of, maybe, in how people in the company view women?

It was my wedding anniversary last week, in other news. FOUR YEARS, WHAT EVEN. What is even up with that. On Thursday we went out for a fancy dinner at Sushisamba, which is 40 stories high and bloody expensive. I booked a table two months ago and started stashing money away three months ago. It was a lovely evening, although I have to admit I ended up starving the next day. Whoops. We giggled at the way people acted around us, and tried not to be horrified at the price of the wine, and enjoyed what was a bloody awesome view. Earlier on in the week Richie had sent me flowers at work, too. In conclusion I am still enjoying being married.

We went away at the weekend, too, although I am increasingly bad at taking time off work and checked my email on the whole journey. Yuck. (I have now hired a minion all of my own. I am torn between relief at getting rid of some of my workload, bemusement I am at this point in my career, terrified that I have extra responsibility.) The weekend itself was at a hotel which was also a spa. We are slightly convinced it was run by alien lizards in human skins. The spa was magnificent, and we enjoyed a lovely pool, and an outdoor jacuzzi, and all of these fab sauna rooms. So far, so alien lizard spaceship. The service was really friendly but delightfully incompetent. I got soup but no spoon, I asked for a martini and lemonade and had to talk the barman through the whole process up to and including 'okay, put some ice cubes in the glass...' and breakfast was genteel-y mad. Still, the room was nice and as I said, excellent spa. But possibly alien lizards. I think it was more fun being with Richie and able to cackle about these things.

So that was March. I am now hoping and praying my Achilles might clear up by Easter so I can go out at least for a little super slow and super short jog. I have to go in to work for overtime on Saturday - long story, I am getting paid for it mind you - so it would be odd to take tomorrow off sick. But we'll see.
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Oh internet, I have a cold and feel desperately sorry for myself. I thought I'd survived this winter but apparently not. This is on top of me having mysteriously managed to buggar up my Achilles tendon, if by 'mysteriously' you mean 'running way too much over a weekend you silly person'. It's been ten days and I'm just graduating to being able to take the stairs again. Woe is me, internet, woe is me.

Anyway. In non-injury related news, I held an event for International Women's Day at work a couple of Fridays ago. It was good! I got slightly too tipsy - despite trying to leave at a sensible time I was collared by one of the ladies who helped me set up and she then unloaded all of her personal problems on me. And they are horrible, and bless her I tried, but oh HR is an odd career choice sometimes. So, um, wine. But before that it was good! And I feel like I'm making a difference, sort of, maybe, in how people in the company view women?

It was my wedding anniversary last week, in other news. FOUR YEARS, WHAT EVEN. What is even up with that. On Thursday we went out for a fancy dinner at Sushisamba, which is 40 stories high and bloody expensive. I booked a table two months ago and started stashing money away three months ago. It was a lovely evening, although I have to admit I ended up starving the next day. Whoops. We giggled at the way people acted around us, and tried not to be horrified at the price of the wine, and enjoyed what was a bloody awesome view. Earlier on in the week Richie had sent me flowers at work, too. In conclusion I am still enjoying being married.

We went away at the weekend, too, although I am increasingly bad at taking time off work and checked my email on the whole journey. Yuck. (I have now hired a minion all of my own. I am torn between relief at getting rid of some of my workload, bemusement I am at this point in my career, terrified that I have extra responsibility.) The weekend itself was at a hotel which was also a spa. We are slightly convinced it was run by alien lizards in human skins. The spa was magnificent, and we enjoyed a lovely pool, and an outdoor jacuzzi, and all of these fab sauna rooms. So far, so alien lizard spaceship. The service was really friendly but delightfully incompetent. I got soup but no spoon, I asked for a martini and lemonade and had to talk the barman through the whole process up to and including 'okay, put some ice cubes in the glass...' and breakfast was genteel-y mad. Still, the room was nice and as I said, excellent spa. But possibly alien lizards. I think it was more fun being with Richie and able to cackle about these things.

So that was March. I am now hoping and praying my Achilles might clear up by Easter so I can go out at least for a little super slow and super short jog. I have to go in to work for overtime on Saturday - long story, I am getting paid for it mind you - so it would be odd to take tomorrow off sick. But we'll see.
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This weekend, Richie is at Philip's stag do. I have spent the last fortnight very quietly longing for this weekend to get going. Don't get me wrong - I love Richie and will be suitably delighted when he returns - but dear god I am so done with people at the moment. I spent last night with a bottle of wine and Mad Max and today I went for a long run and cleaned the house.

A couple of weekends ago I travelled to Glasgow for Ann's wedding to Alex, which ended up being a rather delightful weekend. We were splitting a room with Fiona and had a catch up with a few other people the night before, although we found out during the wedding that most people seemed to also be a Travelodge!

The wedding itself was in a bar/restaurant type place over a few floors, so we all obviously started the morning with a Baileys. This was an attempt to deal with my beautiful but deeply uncomfortable shoes! The ceremony was humanist, which I've not seen before, the groom wept copiously, a dog was the ringbearer which is an excellent life choice. In the afternoon the St Andrews crowd colonised a table and I met new people, caught up with old friends and acquaintances, and I drank slightly too much white wine and then did not eat enough of the meal, which was a fairly bad decision but on the bright side I definitely sobered up for the evening disco and spent several hour dancing like a hot and sweaty madwoman to assorted cheesy music. We survived until the end, and wound our way back through the damp Glasweigan streets to our hotel with Ellen, who also survived to the end and was in the same hotel.

Richie and I travelled back first class, where I hoovered up my own weight in free tea and snacks to try and deal with my hangover. Hoo boy.

It's not like I've done much else since then, mind you. I have mostly been running increasingly long distances just to see if I can do it (the answer: slowly! but yes!) and working. Even last weekend was one of precisely no human interaction outside of Richie. Work has been kicking me while I'm down, too. This week I did a five day week for the first time all month. I continue to search for a minion and slightly terrifyingly I am now going to be in official charge of my minion in the capacity of a line manager. I am trying not to have Imposter Syndrome about this. This is half of the reason I need a weekend of just not fucking talking to anyone and doing all the things that make me happy. This includes cleaning the house and letting it stay clean, jogging slowly along the canal, watching rubbish films, reading books in bed and ordering a pizza tonight. I just need to recharge in a way I haven't really been able to in a few months.
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This weekend, Richie is at Philip's stag do. I have spent the last fortnight very quietly longing for this weekend to get going. Don't get me wrong - I love Richie and will be suitably delighted when he returns - but dear god I am so done with people at the moment. I spent last night with a bottle of wine and Mad Max and today I went for a long run and cleaned the house.

A couple of weekends ago I travelled to Glasgow for Ann's wedding to Alex, which ended up being a rather delightful weekend. We were splitting a room with Fiona and had a catch up with a few other people the night before, although we found out during the wedding that most people seemed to also be a Travelodge!

The wedding itself was in a bar/restaurant type place over a few floors, so we all obviously started the morning with a Baileys. This was an attempt to deal with my beautiful but deeply uncomfortable shoes! The ceremony was humanist, which I've not seen before, the groom wept copiously, a dog was the ringbearer which is an excellent life choice. In the afternoon the St Andrews crowd colonised a table and I met new people, caught up with old friends and acquaintances, and I drank slightly too much white wine and then did not eat enough of the meal, which was a fairly bad decision but on the bright side I definitely sobered up for the evening disco and spent several hour dancing like a hot and sweaty madwoman to assorted cheesy music. We survived until the end, and wound our way back through the damp Glasweigan streets to our hotel with Ellen, who also survived to the end and was in the same hotel.

Richie and I travelled back first class, where I hoovered up my own weight in free tea and snacks to try and deal with my hangover. Hoo boy.

It's not like I've done much else since then, mind you. I have mostly been running increasingly long distances just to see if I can do it (the answer: slowly! but yes!) and working. Even last weekend was one of precisely no human interaction outside of Richie. Work has been kicking me while I'm down, too. This week I did a five day week for the first time all month. I continue to search for a minion and slightly terrifyingly I am now going to be in official charge of my minion in the capacity of a line manager. I am trying not to have Imposter Syndrome about this. This is half of the reason I need a weekend of just not fucking talking to anyone and doing all the things that make me happy. This includes cleaning the house and letting it stay clean, jogging slowly along the canal, watching rubbish films, reading books in bed and ordering a pizza tonight. I just need to recharge in a way I haven't really been able to in a few months.
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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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I am still here. It's still January. What's up with that?

Anyway, it's been a very busy and active couple of weeks. Since the last update, Richie has taken me to see Eddie Izzard, which was bloody brilliant. I cried with laughter. There is a lot to be said for a comedy set that involves a whole riff on the English Civil War. That was a Monday night, mind you. I'm not sure I totally approve of Monday night socialising these days, I think I'm too old for it. I worked my arse off through that week and Matt arrived for a visit on Friday. Matt is... not entirely in a happy place at the moment, or wasn't when I saw him at Christmas, so we were determined just to have a relaxing weekend and let him chill out a bit. I think it worked? Even though meeting up with him basically took sprinting desperately across London, swearing about the UK Border Agency (WHY IS IT SO HARD TO ADMINISTER A VISA PROCESS) the rest was a good weekend. Plus we had a moment of swapping stories of crying in a yoga class, which it turns out is not quite as unique an experience as I thought it was. We went around the British Museum decided what we would steal under the steadfast logic that most of it was already stolen, tried out some new food and pubs, generally good fun.

On Monday it was Burns Night, so as per the last three years John came around, we drank too much wine and ate exactly the same meal as we always do. Once more neeps and tatties on their lonesome are not that interesting, but the company is always a good post-panto catch up.

This week has been a hard one, though. After more Monday night socialising (ohgod) I have had a ridiculously busy week, on one occasion being the last one out of the office which is very unusual for me. It's led to me not being the best possible place inna head over the last couple of days.

Although! I got a ticking off from the MD over email over my 'odd grammar' in a job description. Huh, I thought, but okay, and went down to have a chat on the other issues we needed to resolve. "You keep using 'they'," he said, "why not use 'he' or 'she'?"

"It's the job title or 'they'," I said firmly, "and the job title is unwieldy to use every time."

He paused. "Is this the diversity thing?"

"It is, yes," I responded firmly.

"Well, okay then," he said, and we moved on to the other issues. Victory!

I have this weekend 'off', so to speak. Richie is out fundraising for his massive cycle race, so I had a long lie-in, went for a long run (slightly unsuccessful, but sunny and I made my way through it) and did the shopping. I picked up some daffodils to light up the living room and have cleaned about two thirds of the house, as well as cleaning out my wardrobe and drawers which felt very cathartic. I also decided to only clean up until 5pm so I could have the rest of my day to myself, and lo, for that was an excellent decision and now I am on the interwebs with a house clean enough to let me relax.

Tonight I am going to have some wine, too. Yum.
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I am still here. It's still January. What's up with that?

Anyway, it's been a very busy and active couple of weeks. Since the last update, Richie has taken me to see Eddie Izzard, which was bloody brilliant. I cried with laughter. There is a lot to be said for a comedy set that involves a whole riff on the English Civil War. That was a Monday night, mind you. I'm not sure I totally approve of Monday night socialising these days, I think I'm too old for it. I worked my arse off through that week and Matt arrived for a visit on Friday. Matt is... not entirely in a happy place at the moment, or wasn't when I saw him at Christmas, so we were determined just to have a relaxing weekend and let him chill out a bit. I think it worked? Even though meeting up with him basically took sprinting desperately across London, swearing about the UK Border Agency (WHY IS IT SO HARD TO ADMINISTER A VISA PROCESS) the rest was a good weekend. Plus we had a moment of swapping stories of crying in a yoga class, which it turns out is not quite as unique an experience as I thought it was. We went around the British Museum decided what we would steal under the steadfast logic that most of it was already stolen, tried out some new food and pubs, generally good fun.

On Monday it was Burns Night, so as per the last three years John came around, we drank too much wine and ate exactly the same meal as we always do. Once more neeps and tatties on their lonesome are not that interesting, but the company is always a good post-panto catch up.

This week has been a hard one, though. After more Monday night socialising (ohgod) I have had a ridiculously busy week, on one occasion being the last one out of the office which is very unusual for me. It's led to me not being the best possible place inna head over the last couple of days.

Although! I got a ticking off from the MD over email over my 'odd grammar' in a job description. Huh, I thought, but okay, and went down to have a chat on the other issues we needed to resolve. "You keep using 'they'," he said, "why not use 'he' or 'she'?"

"It's the job title or 'they'," I said firmly, "and the job title is unwieldy to use every time."

He paused. "Is this the diversity thing?"

"It is, yes," I responded firmly.

"Well, okay then," he said, and we moved on to the other issues. Victory!

I have this weekend 'off', so to speak. Richie is out fundraising for his massive cycle race, so I had a long lie-in, went for a long run (slightly unsuccessful, but sunny and I made my way through it) and did the shopping. I picked up some daffodils to light up the living room and have cleaned about two thirds of the house, as well as cleaning out my wardrobe and drawers which felt very cathartic. I also decided to only clean up until 5pm so I could have the rest of my day to myself, and lo, for that was an excellent decision and now I am on the interwebs with a house clean enough to let me relax.

Tonight I am going to have some wine, too. Yum.
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It feels like the dregs of January, at the moment. I have lots of things planned, starting in about a week, but for now I'm working on Not Going Stir Crazy. I mean, yes, in a week it starts going quite bananas to the extent that I will be desperate to get around to just staying in the house again but yeesh.

I have mostly been going to work, cleaning the house, eyeing up further Cleaning The House projects (I am mentally clearing out my wardrobe, a necessary precursor to actually clearing it out) and running. Yay for running! It's about the only thing going well at the moment. Cut for boring exercise nonsense and mild Night Vale spoilers )

I went out again on Sunday and did another long run in the sunshine, along the canal. Also bliss. This morning was a much harder and shorter run in the increasing cold, although I have invested in a stupid headband to keep my ears warm, which helps.

Anyway. Another quiet evening ahead for me now. My team is getting taken out for a 'Christmas' night out on Thursday, which should be good fun, even if I had to organise it. Which is why we're doing cocktails THEN a meal with lots of wine. Hey, no one gave me an upper budget.
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It feels like the dregs of January, at the moment. I have lots of things planned, starting in about a week, but for now I'm working on Not Going Stir Crazy. I mean, yes, in a week it starts going quite bananas to the extent that I will be desperate to get around to just staying in the house again but yeesh.

I have mostly been going to work, cleaning the house, eyeing up further Cleaning The House projects (I am mentally clearing out my wardrobe, a necessary precursor to actually clearing it out) and running. Yay for running! It's about the only thing going well at the moment. Cut for boring exercise nonsense and mild Night Vale spoilers )

I went out again on Sunday and did another long run in the sunshine, along the canal. Also bliss. This morning was a much harder and shorter run in the increasing cold, although I have invested in a stupid headband to keep my ears warm, which helps.

Anyway. Another quiet evening ahead for me now. My team is getting taken out for a 'Christmas' night out on Thursday, which should be good fun, even if I had to organise it. Which is why we're doing cocktails THEN a meal with lots of wine. Hey, no one gave me an upper budget.
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Hello, 2016.

The day before New Year's Eve, I got up, got ready, donned an apron and prepared to cook for the day. It was the longest prep for a party I've ever done, to be honest, and I had a long list of stuff to prep. I really enjoyed it, though, although I did feel like a 1950s housewife when at one point I stopped to put on some lipstick and then basted a chicken. Fiona turned up early for the first time ever ("You said the start time was 4pm!" "I just said that to you so that you'd turn up on time for 5pm!") and Chloe arrived before too long. I haven't seen Chloe since she left London, moved to China and then moved to St Andrews so it was wonderful to catch up. I put out Nibbles and stopped Richie from eating the bigger stuff when he got home from work ("eat the nibbles!") and not too long after that [livejournal.com profile] littlered2 and Rob turned up.

The plan was to eat, chat and play games but in the end the eating and the chatting rather took precedence. It was marvellous. It's always a little nervewracking putting new people together put it worked really well; lots of laughter, slightly too much wine (me: failed to actually eat when cooking) and overall a lovely evening.

Oh god the next day though. Oh god my HEAD and the HORROR of returning to work. It was awful. Bad timings all around, although I did enjoy having a day of floating about the office in jeans, Converse and an ashen expression of a hangover. As it was New Year's Eve and the office would be closed the day afterwards, I took up the leftover fruit and gave it to the homeless people outside of Blackfriars. God knows if it's even a slightly useful thing to do but at least it was eaten.

I went to bed at 10.30pm. I don't regret this.

On New Year's Day I went for a long run in the chilly morning and then we went to see Star Wars! I would advise you read [livejournal.com profile] loneraven's viewpoint on it as it sort of matches mine in terms of the Spoilers! )

Now it's back to work and getting stuck into 2016. Total achievements so far have not been killing anyone when they ask me YET AGAIN about holiday allowances (changes the timings of the year are causing insane chaos), running nearly 7km on Sunday as I get stuck into Proper 10km training, starting listening to The Thrilling Adventure Hour and taking the Christmas tree down. We are not doing a real one again next year as we are going to be picking pine needles out the stairway carpet for the next six months. Phew. Busy busy.
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Hello, 2016.

The day before New Year's Eve, I got up, got ready, donned an apron and prepared to cook for the day. It was the longest prep for a party I've ever done, to be honest, and I had a long list of stuff to prep. I really enjoyed it, though, although I did feel like a 1950s housewife when at one point I stopped to put on some lipstick and then basted a chicken. Fiona turned up early for the first time ever ("You said the start time was 4pm!" "I just said that to you so that you'd turn up on time for 5pm!") and Chloe arrived before too long. I haven't seen Chloe since she left London, moved to China and then moved to St Andrews so it was wonderful to catch up. I put out Nibbles and stopped Richie from eating the bigger stuff when he got home from work ("eat the nibbles!") and not too long after that [personal profile] littlered2 and Rob turned up.

The plan was to eat, chat and play games but in the end the eating and the chatting rather took precedence. It was marvellous. It's always a little nervewracking putting new people together put it worked really well; lots of laughter, slightly too much wine (me: failed to actually eat when cooking) and overall a lovely evening.

Oh god the next day though. Oh god my HEAD and the HORROR of returning to work. It was awful. Bad timings all around, although I did enjoy having a day of floating about the office in jeans, Converse and an ashen expression of a hangover. As it was New Year's Eve and the office would be closed the day afterwards, I took up the leftover fruit and gave it to the homeless people outside of Blackfriars. God knows if it's even a slightly useful thing to do but at least it was eaten.

I went to bed at 10.30pm. I don't regret this.

On New Year's Day I went for a long run in the chilly morning and then we went to see Star Wars! I would advise you read [personal profile] loneraven's viewpoint on it as it sort of matches mine in terms of the Spoilers! )

Now it's back to work and getting stuck into 2016. Total achievements so far have not been killing anyone when they ask me YET AGAIN about holiday allowances (changes the timings of the year are causing insane chaos), running nearly 7km on Sunday as I get stuck into Proper 10km training, starting listening to The Thrilling Adventure Hour and taking the Christmas tree down. We are not doing a real one again next year as we are going to be picking pine needles out the stairway carpet for the next six months. Phew. Busy busy.

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