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There have been some positive things this week, which I am grateful for. I finished off a big project in work, which is a weight off my mind albeit one destroyed again with a less enjoyable and even bigger amount of nonsense. Oh, yay.

However, I did get my marks back for my first assignment. By 'marks' I mean 'I passed' which is all that counts. Apparently it was 'absolutely fabulous' which is good to know. The class on Tuesday is when individual responses are given back and I'm not going to go as I have a work event in Slough based around ladies being awesome and helping other ladies, which is also good to know. It was... a relief, all around.

Thus far I have spent this weekend having fun, having also managed to finish my other, terrible assignment by Friday evening. Yesterday Richie and I caught the train up to Oxford, a city I have been to a few times but never really done the touristy things in. We met Mary and had a wander around the Ashmolean, before going to the Eagle and Child. We had booked a table and had a very odd row with an old woman who had taken said table and refused to move despite intercession from barman and from bar manager. Weird. That said we had a fabulous time when we did eventually get a table, having a really good catch up, lunch, several drinks and general joy at being there. Tolkein, yay! We also had a wander around the city, saw Mary's lovely attic room, and got a sensible train back. I nipped to the loo in Paddington station and bumped into Dee and actually did the "Shall we get a drink?" chat which might sound odd but I have never done before. Came home much later and ate toast before falling into bed.

This morning I have had a ridiculous lie-in and failed to do any of the things I intended to do because in about ten minutes I'm leaving the house and going out for a Sunday roast at the pub. Bliss. And lest anyone think I am having far too much fun, I would like to point out that we have not one but two visitors next weekend: the landlord and then my mother-in-law. I'm taking my weekend off where I can find it. (Well, actually, I'm taking two days off work immediately after that weekend to prevent a nervous breakdown but that's not the point.)

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There have been some positive things this week, which I am grateful for. I finished off a big project in work, which is a weight off my mind albeit one destroyed again with a less enjoyable and even bigger amount of nonsense. Oh, yay.

However, I did get my marks back for my first assignment. By 'marks' I mean 'I passed' which is all that counts. Apparently it was 'absolutely fabulous' which is good to know. The class on Tuesday is when individual responses are given back and I'm not going to go as I have a work event in Slough based around ladies being awesome and helping other ladies, which is also good to know. It was... a relief, all around.

Thus far I have spent this weekend having fun, having also managed to finish my other, terrible assignment by Friday evening. Yesterday Richie and I caught the train up to Oxford, a city I have been to a few times but never really done the touristy things in. We met Mary and had a wander around the Ashmolean, before going to the Eagle and Child. We had booked a table and had a very odd row with an old woman who had taken said table and refused to move despite intercession from barman and from bar manager. Weird. That said we had a fabulous time when we did eventually get a table, having a really good catch up, lunch, several drinks and general joy at being there. Tolkein, yay! We also had a wander around the city, saw Mary's lovely attic room, and got a sensible train back. I nipped to the loo in Paddington station and bumped into Dee and actually did the "Shall we get a drink?" chat which might sound odd but I have never done before. Came home much later and ate toast before falling into bed.

This morning I have had a ridiculous lie-in and failed to do any of the things I intended to do because in about ten minutes I'm leaving the house and going out for a Sunday roast at the pub. Bliss. And lest anyone think I am having far too much fun, I would like to point out that we have not one but two visitors next weekend: the landlord and then my mother-in-law. I'm taking my weekend off where I can find it. (Well, actually, I'm taking two days off work immediately after that weekend to prevent a nervous breakdown but that's not the point.)