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Date: 12 June 2008 20:07:52

Ahem. It's been another one of those "not blogging for a while" phases, as you have no doubt noticed after seeing me in the list of recently updated Wiblogs and thinking, "Blimey, I remember him". I've been trying to get to grips with why I blog, and indeed why I blog about the things I blog about, and whether there's much point to it or not, but I think overall there is, so I'm going to carry on, whether you like it or not. But maybe less frequently than before, and maybe less self-focused than before. Or maybe not. We shall see. (although if the less self-focused thing happens, it won't start until after this post...)

Anyways, the last few weeks have been stoopidly busy at w*rk, and will probably remain so for a bit longer, and then it'll be a little quieter during the summer holidays before the busiest period of the year kicks off in September. Outside of w*rk, things are generally alright and life is good.

In cultural news, I am particularly happy as a result of a combination of:
1) my adopted Euro 2008 team Spain getting off to a flying start;
2) Lee winning The Apprentice (that, no doubt, is what he's talking about); and
3) the new Coldplay album which I am just having my first listen to and quite liking already, even though it's quite different from the earlier ones.

And now to my love life, a subject I don't often bring up here in any specific detail, but I feel like making an exception (this may or may not become a recurring theme; again, we shall see how it goes in the future). Well, on the surface it appears there's nothing much to report. But under the surface... let's just say that following one of my run of weddings a few months back, one of the newlyweds asked me if I'd met anyone nice, and I said no. Because at the time, in the circumstances, and for a variety of reasons, it seemed like the best option. But, if I was being honest, the answer should have been "yes, I got on really well with your mate X and thought she was lovely and hope I get to see her again sometime soon", and now that I've realised that, I wonder if I've blown it. In the last few days I've spoken to a couple of friends and one of them has suggested - no, insisted - that I should speak to my newlywedded friend about the situation the next time I see her. And I'm a bit nervous, but I feel just about ready to go for it, so here's hoping I don't wuss out for a second time.

Oh, and I should probably throw in some job stuff too. There's an idea of a possible career change floating around in my head, but I need to try to pin it down and stop it floating, and put some effort in to find out what it would entail to get trained up, and how to go about it. And also, to see how realistic my perception of this job is, and whether I think it would be the right thing for me after all. So, not much to do there, eh?

Finally, in case you've been on tenterhooks for the best part of three weeks as to what the exciting adventure was... well, it's probably not that exciting, but my housemate Chez and I came home from church in the middle of a heavy downpour to find the conservatory leaking and water falling all over the electrics. Now I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing. We quickly discovered our landlords were on holiday, so we looked for an improvised fix until they got back. To cut a long story short, Chez ended up climbing out of an upstairs window onto the conservatory roof to cover the leak with garden waste recycling bags, while I passed her the bits of equipment (i.e. bricks to hold the bags down) and dangled an arm out of the window for her to grab if she started slipping. And it worked beautifully, the dripping stopped and we were able to mop up and dry out the conservatory, and we didn't have any more heavy rain after that (although strong winds the next day meant most of the recycling bags ended up over the neighbours' washing line, which they probably weren't too happy about). The moral of this story? If you're rubbish at DIY and scared of heights, it's always useful to live with someone who is neither of these things.

And that will do for now.