The days are passing at an alarming rate, rapidly multiplying into weeks, and then months.
It’s hard to remember what day it is let alone what the actual date is… and having just glanced at the date in the top right hand corner of my MacBook – crikey! it’s the 10th of June! A few weeks ago I found myself wondering how far away Easter was and then remembered that it’d been and gone…first May Bank Holiday / second May Bank Holiday / Jubilee Holiday – both gone. I see posters for things on at the theatre pasted to walls around the city centre and find myself thinking ‘oooh that might be interesting’ only to realise that they were on weeks or even months ago – they’d just not been pasted over with something new yet.
Firstly, apologies to anyone who finds what I write interesting enough to read on a regular basis and has noticed my absence…I’ve been preoccupied. The days are flying by at an alarming rate and when I look back, I don’t seem to be doing very much with them – apart from working – which is a good thing and something I’m immensely grateful for. I guess it’s just all part of getting back into the rhythm of things again.
It’s strange how quickly my focus and priorities have changed around again…I’d previously started filling my days with grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning, washing and ironing – that kind of stuff (and writing of course!) – whereas my days are once again filled with the job (which is coming along fine – a steep learning curve as with anything new, but I’m getting there…), and evenings are trying to fit in grocery shopping and making our main meal, as well as ‘decompressing’ before going to bed. Cleaning has definitely taken a back seat – the vacuuming only gets done when it’s REALLY irritating me (and as I look at the carpet in front of me, that may be soon…), and laundry when we start to run out of key things – both are shameful I know, but hey…
My list of things to do since going back to work is growing…
Not the daily chores type list – well sort of I suppose, as these things have a cause and effect relationship…
Such as the fact that I need to go the garden centre to get our bedding plants. We have a courtyard type garden – no grass, just nice paving which suits us fine – we had grass when we first moved in and hated mowing… Spring hadn’t quite ‘sprung’ that last month I was off – in fact it ‘exploded’ after I found I’d got an interview – typical huh! 🙂
We’ve got a nice mature-ish raised bed which doesn’t really need anything more in there – apart from maybe a planter or two with some Read the rest of this entry »
Well I’ve pretty much failed miserably at keeping up to my blog this past week or so…
I’m caught between feeling a little guilty at not meeting my Post A Week challenge and keeping my ‘followers’ engaged, and not having a great deal of time to craft a ‘good’ post…So this one comes with a built-in apology and warning – this post is potentially quite boring and only proves that I’m just like every other working woman, I’ve got a lot to fit in each week to keep the wheels on wagon!
I started a new contract on Tuesday (wahoo!) which has obviously tossed my ‘lots of free time on my hands’ schedule out of the Read the rest of this entry »
Over the past six months we’ve been looking at reducing our food shopping bill. I’ve been out of work since July last year and as our ‘Rainy Day’ pot gets smaller and I’m no nearer to finding a new job, I’ve been tightening the purse strings without compromising on eating ‘clean’.
One of the biggest challenges of a ‘Primal’ diet is that it sure does increase your food bill – ‘cheap & filling’ meals full of pasta, or rice, or jacket potatoes, or based on bread just aren’t an option. That ‘kick-ass salad’ full of wonderful things like avocado, peppers, tasty tomatoes, grated carrot, cucumber, onions, boiled eggs, and some kind of meat is never going to be as cheap as a jacket potato with cheese and beans. That plate of lovely fresh steamed veggies with a nice piece of steak, or a pork chop, or chicken…same thing. Bacon and egg for breakfast….well you get the picture.
I used to get a veg box delivered each week from an organic shop on the internet. We’d get one of their ‘large’ weekly veg boxes but it didn’t have enough Read the rest of this entry »
I keep trying to write a post. This is my third attempt – two in the trash so far – probably another one to follow it.
I’ve something I want to write about – an almost cathartic need…I start but then get all tied up in my head and find it hard to actually make any sense. And if I do manage to ‘get it all out’, will I be brave enough to click the ‘Publish’ button – putting some of this down on ‘virtual paper’ – and sharing it – isn’t comfortable – or easy. I honestly think it’s better out than in though…
Oh well…here goes…
I’m seriously fed up of not being able to find work. My last job finished at the end of July last year, and I’m getting absolutely nowhere. I didn’t choose to stop working – I’m not starting a family or retiring.
We need me to work. We need the money I bring in. I’ve got to find work. Our blessing at the moment is Mike’s current contract which is covering all our outgoings.
A little voice inside my head keeps wittering on at me – I’ve spent over 20 years of my working life wishing I didn’t have to or need to work. I’d tell myself if I wasn’t working I’d have time to do things I never had time or energy to do. Keep the house looking nice – you know, dust…vacuum all those Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve found it really hard this week to write anything on my blogs. A mixture of apathy and illness have left me feeling sorry for myself in general.
There’s a pretty nasty little bug going around at the moment and I’ve got it (again) – sinus infection / chest infection – both have left me pretty much a sleep deprived, unsociable and unpleasantly noisy gunk monster (I know…too much information…).
Cough mixture , menthol lozenges and paracetamol are my bosom pals. I’m even attempting to sleep propped upright (my last resort when it’s bad like this), but that just means what little sleep I get (almost free of feeling like I’ve got an elephant sat on my chest pricking my lungs with a very sharp knitting needle), isn’t exactly ‘quality’.
This is the third time it’s visited since December – the dratted thing thinks I’m an hotel! (No matter what anyone says about ‘h’s’ being treated like vowels and needing an ‘an’ rather than an ‘a’ before them, that just looks so wrong!). My immune system is usually pretty hardy, but this one is punching through my defences…I blame it on having my appendix out last October… Grrrrr…..! Even my poor husband has almost gotten to the end of his tether with my cough-cough-coughing through the night. I think it might be getting a little bit better though – just a little…