Liz Going On

I worked the weekend. I had a bonus on call monday, which filled me with glee as I’m sure you can imagine. 46 hours work in 4 days. Too much in my opinion.  And I’m still working. And singing, we had choir last night and I’m about to head there tonight too. And tomorrow I’m on call.

So I’m still standing (and coughing) at the moment, but not sure how long it’ll last!

I’m off work poorly today. I feel rubbish. Bleugh. I’ve got to work tomorrow though as I’m on call the weekend and there’s no-one else.  Better get better fast!

I forgot to tell you the most exciting thing that happened to me this weekend.

I was kidnapped by mad Ada. I went outside to put something into my car and then I saw that she’d come to her front door. She often does this when she fancies a chat, and I’ve been busy the times I’ve been spied recently so I’ve run away. But on Saturday I felt that I should talk to her. So I did.

She likes to tell me all about her medical problems, in vague terms. And she can’t really hear very well, so she doesn’t listen to any answers I give, but likes reassurance nevertheless.

Anyway she needs a new ceiling in her back room and wanted to show it to me. So I went in her oldladyhouse. It is a very fine example of oldladyhouse with fine polypatterned decor. And tar stain. Ada shouted at me (in her deaf way) about a few random things and then gave me half a cauliflour for the bunnies, which I thought they wouldn’t like but they did.

I made a break for freedom, and retreated to my house. Andrew was slightly concerned for my welfare, I should have played the ‘abducted by aliens’ card. But my brain didn’t work fast enough! 

Gosh I’ve been tired this weekend, and this isn’t a good thing as I’m working next weekend and that means 12 8am starts in a row. Pah.  I’ve also had a bit of a sore throat, which I’ve expected to turn into a cold but hasn’t, which I guess is a blessing but its a bit annoying.

Friday night was Hardy’s well with nice people. Alison was there. I love Alison and must plan an edinburgh visit sometime soon.

Saturday we cleaned and walked and saw A’s parents and then I cried a lot at Cold Feet. Andrew and I have been watching it from the start over the past couple of months. The penultimate episode and the last ever episode were really really sad and I cried like a baby. I’m not normally so weepy with such things, and I didn’t really like the character, but this for some reason made me really sad.

Sunday. Went to costco and bought things en masse. Its impossible to get small amounts of anything there. Then we saw more Alsion and some Anne too. I’d not seen Anne for years, it was nice. And we cleaned A’s kitchen. And now its almost monday again. 

Regular reader (if there are any of you out there!) will know that if you google a certain phrase then I come out on top. Which considering what the phrase is, isn’t the best thing. Its not rude, but not how I generally want to be thought of. Anyway, I’m obviously not typing the phrase as you’ll all go and test it and make me top again. But when I just googled the phrase-that-no-one-says I’m now way down the results on the third page.

Hurrah! Liz is Happy! 

Work seemed very tiring today despite me not doing much. But maybe that’s also cos I was up late last night at a Slugs gig. Dan was wonderful, but the venue was a little odd.

I like singing a lot. The usual choirmaster wasn’t there tonight and its never as much fun when he’s away, but I did have some vocal coaching. The long and the short of it is, I can sing the high notes in my range really nicely, but the lower ones have gone to pot. I’d suspected this for a while but have been in denial. You see being a second alto means we sing the lowest women’s part. But most of the time we’re with the first altos anyway so there’s not much difference. But there is at least three times as many first altos than seconds and we’re proud that we pick things up better and quicker than they do. Yes, there is a lot of intersectional rivalry, but its all good tempered. But I don’t want to be a first alto so I want to find my good low notes again. Maybe I should pay for some singing lessons… 

I’ve just got home from town. I had a really good shopping spree. I’ve decided that as I’m shrinking quite quickly I’m not allowed to buy any clothes that aren’t in the sale. I managed to get a belt for three quid, so the builder’s bum has been banished! I did buy some full price underwear, this is beacause none of my old stuff fitted at all and a girl needs good undergarments!

Much to my delight I was able to spend money in Fopp. Its reopened and is just like it used to be. I had a coffee and wrote a letter (and then there was a massive queue in the postoffice, so I guessed the postage, hope it gets to you Rhi!). And I bought 5 CDs for 23 quid. Including West Side Story, the Chichester Pslams, Pictures at an Exhibition and other good stuff too.  I also bought some make up (which is a very rare occurance as I hardly every wear it. I’m not sure which bit of the chicken and egg situation it is. Do I not wear makeup as I don’t really have the right stuff? Or am I just inherintly lazy? I dunno. Any ideas?)

I’m now determined to get to the end of my to-do list. The main thing, and I really hate it, it to update my work logbook. I have many pieces of paper with the information on and it needs entering onto the database. So dull. But watching ER at the same time might help a bit! 

Hello Yet again my blogging has slipped. Sorry.

Last saturday night we went camping in Buxton. We being Andrew, Andy, Matt and myself. It was a bit of a last minute thing arranged on the friday night, and it was lots and lots of fun. It was rather middle class camping as we went shopping for provisions in Waitrose and then drove to the pub, but I still loved it. I’m a bit of a softie really so middle class camping suits me fine.  We made friends with two girls in the next pitch who were facinated with our flagpole and flags and before I knew it I was doing cartwheels and a crab!  Their cartwheels were definately better than mine but it was fun to try!

On Sunday there was an outside concert. And it rained. And rained and rained. It was fun nevertheless, but was a test of character. The flag came on an outing there too. I am in love with the flag, as it was so much fun to sway the 12 foot flagpole with the Lancashire and Shropshire flags on it in time to the music. The Adagio from Sparticus was the best one to sway too.

I am slightly distracted at the moment as there is a fire engine in my street. There is no sign of a fire or of any firemen. It is rather bizarre.  I wonder what they are doing….

Last saturday isn’t really last saturday. Its the Saturday before that, but as I was working nights the saturday just gone I’ve chosen to ignore it. My life, my rules!

What else?  Choir started back last week. And there was a committee meeting. I find committees interesting and frustrating. Particularly one associated with an arts organisation. It even makes the NHS look organised at times! But singing was excellent. I’m really looking forward to this season, particularly as we’re performing Verdi’s requiem at St Paul’s Cathedral in Londonvillage. I’ve never done the Verdi before and I’m not sure I even know it, but everyone who does know it gets very excited about how cool it is! Tomorrow when I’m shopping I’m going to buy a copy.

Ooh, the fire engine has been claimed by some firemen and is now leaving. They’ve been here over an hour and I still don’t know why. Maybe they sit around waiting for fires, a bit like the ambulances do. Maybe there was a stealth fire… Who knows!

My photos from my week away arrived from truprint. I want to put some here but still can’t work out how and Andrew is off tending to the needy, so I can’t ask him now. Yesterday I had a surprise early finish at work, which was ace and meant I could post the photos I’d bought for other people and write little letters too.

Last night we went to Rain Bar. I’d not been there for ages, and somehow it doesn’t seem as nice now. There were loads of really drunk people and staff who weren’t at their best. But it was nice to see the gang and catch up and things. And we arranged a last minute camping trip to Buxton. I’ll make sure Andrew doesn’t forget the tent this time.

I’ve painted a fance today. I like the fun bits of painting but the cleaning up and getting paint everywhere is rubbish! I can’t wait till the decorator comes to ‘do’ my house, later this month. But I’m also slightly scared as then I should really look into buying something else, and big decisions need to be made….

Mum’s got her new car. She ended up with a top of the range golf. I think she’s become a boy racer. Oops. I hope she’s safe in it.

I’m hungry today. The diet is going really well, and lots of people are saying how well I’m doing. and all my clothes fit and some are way to big, which is very good. But I’ve got to keep going and have to stick to it, which is not easy.

This blog post feels a little odd. I’ve got lots to say but somehow I can’t quite say what I want to. I’m really not sure why this is so. Hmmm.