mad_andy

OK peeps, I just got a message to say that arrys_girlie is in hospital - this pneumonia is obviously kicking her ass bigstyle. She says she's OK (how can she be OK? She's in hospital!), and asks everyone not to worry.

Ahahahaha. OK, I'll try not to....

Anyway, I'll try and find out more a bit later, and I'll post more news as and when.

Ha, finding titles for posts is so hard. Anyway, all showered and nice now, revolting bacteria scraped from skin and stuff. And thus, without further ado, the Interview meme gacked from navigatorsghost: ( Read more... )

Nuts, they were harder than I thought. Anyone else want to play?

Oh, and in other news arrys_girlie has got some cracking new fic up. Go read and review. I'll take it as a personal favour. (I'm also having to make the most of it, because once her SO returns I'm going to be shit out of luck for new fic from her, I suspect!)

My husband is an inconsiderate mofo in the morning.

Today I need to be at work at 9. Thusly, I didn't want to get up til 7, shower, sort myself out, stroll down the road in time to run about like the proverbial blue arsed fly for ten hours then come home and keel over. The dog is off in kennels, so this was, in theory, possible.

5am. The radio starts to blare. Radio4, 'Farming Today'.

"Do we have to have the radio on?"

"I'm dozing through it."

"I'm not! Turn it the fuck off!"

Slay grumbles and mutters, turns radio off. Thirty minutes of he fidgeting and me slowly falling asleep again follow.

5:45am or thereabouts.

Thud crash bang. "You want me to get you up?"

"Later."

"When?"

I'm at work at 9, motherfucker. Piss off for a bit. "7 will do."

"Right."

I fall asleep again with a grateful sigh. Ah, no fidgeting, no radio, perfick.

6:15am.

Bang crash clatter swear curse bang thud crash.

He's filling the dishwasher.

*CLANG* bang crash tinkle *BANG*

The fuck is he doing down there?

CURSES bang crash.

Right, that's it.

Slosh SWEAR crash.

I'm downstairs for 6:30, unamused. How can somebody make so much fucking noise? I ask him this.

"I dropped a pan."

Oh, right, fine then.

I made mugs of tea and settled down to a hard morning's ignoring him. I didn't sleep well last night, partly because of worrying about arrys_girlie but also because he was in Super Snore mode. When he does this I can hear the bedsprings resonating in painful sympathy - through two pillows. Research has shown that a really enthusiastic snorer can achieve sound levels akin to a road drill.

I can well believe it.

I'm going to take my wedding album in today. The nurses working today haven't seen the pics and they are damned impressive, even if I do say so myself; the marriage might be a pile of poo but the day was wonderful.

Oh well. Time for a shower then hit the road. Wish me luck, kidlets.

(And send good vibes to me mate, would you? Ta.)

And so, of course, I'm bored. Pretty unique experience, actually, so I'm enjoying it while I can. Mind you, most of the enjoyment is derived from knowing that, as of tomorrow, I'm going to be dashing about like the proverbial blue arsed fly.

Going to the muster for the day; dropping the hound off in kennels (a stint away from home will do him good), then off to Cheriton. Slay might get a chance to go on the field as part of a gun crew, so that'll make him happy. Me, I intend to mooch around the campsite, traders row, chat to the regiment, all that sort of stuff. Get a feel for it again. See if I want to spend time and money picking it all up again.

arrys_girlie has just sent me an e-mail; she was delayed in Baltimore which meant she missed her connecting flight so she won't be here until tomorrow. *Cries*

Still, maybe I can run down and see her on Monday. Tuesday is the ten-hour shift from Hell, wednesday I'm getting my hair done, thursday Slay and I are heading down to town to stay in a hotel with other Maiden bods ready for the gig on friday...

Tuesday is bothering me, though. Quite apart from the fact that my corsets haven't arrived yet (*screams with frustration*), it's going to be a bloody awful day at work. Why? Well, the tuesday after a bank holiday is always very, very busy - most people only notice their animals are sick on a weekend and don't want to pay out of hours fees, so they wait 'till we're open normally.

And due to rota cockups, nurses leaving and a case of cowpox (I kid you not), that means that there are three vets on...

...and three nurses.

As opposed to eight.

Must enjoy the weekend, because it's all going to end in tears come tuesday!