i had this really vivid dream last night that i was
invited to a conference in South Africa in mid-Feb.

oh aye?

and pigs might fly.....

arse
arse
arse

had a bad-tempered evening here

we're all tired

and it all begins again tomorrow.

sorry, mr.trolly, i didn't mean to be ratty.

let there be peace:

image provided by nzmu, at SXC, 2007.

awesome bass playing....

really.

but it is very very very difficult

to be completely frank here.

i've had a not great day at work

but can't blog here about it.

and i feel kinda cross because i should have stood my ground over something

and i didn't.

so. tomorrow. i'm at home. i'm

going to reflect, and then get back to the person

and let him know my concerns.

image provided by Daniel Tan at SXC, 2007.

trolly x

quite how not to offend

the male readers of my blog

or the squeamish

but i had a hysteroscopy on monday. if you don't know, don't ask.

day surgery. and a general anaesthetic which - call me a wuss - has taken some getting out of my system.

and today,

i ironed 19 shirts.

maybe i thought that might take my mind off things

cos, i've been advised that i've not to have sex for two weeks

or longer, depending on how long it takes to stop bleeding.

:D

er

Cambridge is not Salford.

but,

there's something about leaving Cambridge station

in the surge of the morning rush-hour,

coat collars turned up against winter,

that makes me wonder:

maybe cappuccino is the new bitter.

it makes no difference:

we're workers all, in the end.

i've got a poorly tum

bleugh.

the alarm goes.

and i'm so deeply asleep, i can't get my head around the noise that's going on

less than an hour later i'm hairing out the door after making packed lunches and breakfasts and squeezing in reading practice in a rush with my daughter, who's still in her jarmers and big sleepy-hair going on.

i nearly miss the train.

so i'm there on the platform, kitten heels, my lunch box in a small rucksack; sniffy, red-nosed. cold. elated.

ready for anything.

it was fab.

another new start: new job tomorrow.

i feel

great. i do.

so:

am going to commute by train, leaving home at 7.10 a.m., get into Cambridge an hour later, 15 min walk across town and then i'll be there. finish at 4 p.m., and back here at approx 5.45 p.m., and off to nursery/childminder to collect my daughter. she's looking forward to the change and the company of other kids: thus is the way of kids brought up in full-time childcare.

it's been mad here the last two weeks. friends staying and drinking us out of house and home. and all upskittled as we try and fix what we can to sell this house. mr.trolly and our wee lass fixing new kitchen doors to the units: £250, and it looks fab.

christ.

tomorrow.

what am i going to wear?