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Apr. 6th, 2012 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI have a cold, the type that makes you feel like there's cotton wool in every sinus. Naturally, it's the Easter weekend so I have four days off work.
I went out last night, though, with work. It was nice to see K again, and the night was actually okay, but by 10pm I pleaded off due to aforementioned headcold. That, and I was at the point where I was shouting 'DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY' at the DJ and where I remembered that I hate Ormskirk. I would still rather live there than Southport, but that's only due to proximity of friends there - Richie and I only go to rather quiet and specialist pubs around here so the only idiots we face tend to be our neighbours. I spent the night at my parent's house, feeling weirdly guilty at spending a night away within three weeks of marriage. I did manage to get a half decent night's sleep, though, without the Bloody Kids upstairs banging away and waking me up, so that's something.
My four days off were already a little full, so a headcold is most inconvenient. I've still managed to have a brutal life assessment of the living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, armed with binbags and a grim sense of determination. Unfortunately, I've not had the heart to go at the spare room, which is a shame as frankly that's where the problems are at the moment. Tomorrow involves letting rip at the spare room, then, after getting to the bank to change my name, and cracking out the new breadmaker for some experimentation. I also need to make a cheesecake, as Easter Sunday involves being at my parent's house for dinner. Must attempt not to sneeze in it, that's the key.
For now I am officially out of energy for anything more dramatic than tea and snuggling on the sofa under a blanket, though.
I went out last night, though, with work. It was nice to see K again, and the night was actually okay, but by 10pm I pleaded off due to aforementioned headcold. That, and I was at the point where I was shouting 'DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY' at the DJ and where I remembered that I hate Ormskirk. I would still rather live there than Southport, but that's only due to proximity of friends there - Richie and I only go to rather quiet and specialist pubs around here so the only idiots we face tend to be our neighbours. I spent the night at my parent's house, feeling weirdly guilty at spending a night away within three weeks of marriage. I did manage to get a half decent night's sleep, though, without the Bloody Kids upstairs banging away and waking me up, so that's something.
My four days off were already a little full, so a headcold is most inconvenient. I've still managed to have a brutal life assessment of the living room, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, armed with binbags and a grim sense of determination. Unfortunately, I've not had the heart to go at the spare room, which is a shame as frankly that's where the problems are at the moment. Tomorrow involves letting rip at the spare room, then, after getting to the bank to change my name, and cracking out the new breadmaker for some experimentation. I also need to make a cheesecake, as Easter Sunday involves being at my parent's house for dinner. Must attempt not to sneeze in it, that's the key.
For now I am officially out of energy for anything more dramatic than tea and snuggling on the sofa under a blanket, though.
