Slept in on a school day

Wow - I just lost a really long post.... :( Lets start again.

More baby photos of Rachael arrived today by post. She's pretty. My mother left me a phone message. Thanks Mum.
I slept in this morning oops. But seemed to get away with it by bribing the office with cakes.
Tonight I have to pack for a decadent weekend away in Edinburgh. I seem to decadently putting of any form of packing. Oh well, I can always shop.

Ooo ooo the niece is getting bigger

Rachael at 4 months

Yes I did buy that coat

Another day of retail therapy. I went back and bought that long coat with wavy bits at the front. A lot more flippant and feminine than previous coats, but I like it. And.... It discovered it had great big pockets. YAYAYAY
Thus is my eternal struggle against clothes without pockets.

Today is a happy day. Happy but frustrating but happy. Even though I got food stains down my front... again

Yesterday, I was struggling to find clean clothes (yes I would have plenty if I washed them) and discovered a little too late that my jeans had huge food stains on them, from the BBQ on Saturday, where the tomato sauce bottle sqirted a bit too much to the left. You would think they would design them to target properly.

On Saturday Dave played Rugby, I watched and lay on the grass lazily watching the huge planes turn after taking off from heathrow. I cycled my bicyle along the river. And along a mysterious creek path. It was pretty. Autumn is starting.

I may have some pictures here somewhere....

The joys of impulse buying

It is a well know fact that after spending evenings and weekends repairing computer systems and having people complain at you about it because they don't realise they are really lucky to be able to use it even if it only does half the stuff it used to, that buying something pretty can make me smile.

I am entering a new fashion zone, where I buying something I like, instead of something that looks ordinary and doesn't show my belly too much. This season London is finally coming out of that cowgirl phase where all you saw was shades of brown, and long dresses with boots. The previous season seemed to be sequines and shinny things sown on everything. I often have a problem with fashion, as I am not thin enough to shop at top shop and not brave enough to tackle oxford street and not savvey enough to seek out quality boutique stores. This leaves me with the mainstream clothes that everyone wears. The chain stores that have conquered London. It is the same shops in canary wharf and the city, liverpool st and covent garden.

As I was impulse buying my colours and bright and out there. I am wondering how much wear they might get. But as much as every other badly purchaced clothing items I have.

The oysters in my world

I rode my bicycle into work today. Today was warm, the sweat dripped off me on the ride in. Traffic in the centre was as normal a little chaotic for a bicycle. Road works, white vans double parked and the ever present bendy buses.
I spent the day in meetings and have much work to do.
Yesterday, as my system was still corrupted to all hell, I complained to one of my many managers and asked, "Can we quit this flaky server and go use that spare one with the failed project on it?" He said "No use get that flaky one fixed." So a crazy plan was formed involving reformating the disk and hoping the problem went away. Don't you love computers, it's just like rebooting, but takes longer.
I didn't get to do that today because of the meetings. But by this evening the other manager said, "What are you using that flaky kit for? It looks like a waste of time, go use that server with the failed project on it."
Good thing I didn't do any work on it today.
It was late when I left so I decided to take the train home. On arriving at the station I notice I don't have a pass. It's in my other jeans. So I waited in the queue for the ticket man. and waited and waited. It seems that most people only queue to see a person if they have something really complicated to do. Eventually I get to the man and buy my fourth oyster card. I still have my first one in my other jeans, I gave my second to Natalie when she visited, my third one is "somewhere in the house" I think I will keep my fourth in my backpack. I figure if there is one in every bag that I use, then I will have one when I need one.

another day

I took a few days off work last week only to discover that my system had kacked itself (kack is a british expression note the injection of locale relevant jargon).
I think it misses me.
A slow weekend with lingering tiredness and some remorse about eating too much banoffee pie. I knew I would regret it later, but it was soooo good.
My last attempt at making hummos was not very good. Dave had previously complained about it being too hard. So I added more water and it turned liquid. Now this is my new recipe for tahini sauce. It goes really well in wraps.