This is something one can quite easily lose oneself in for oooo, hours at a time.

In other news, I’ve started researching my medical history so I can write some half-competent articles for a medical publication. I’m surprised at how easy it is to obtain my patient records, I was expecting a lot more red-tape! Still, someone might find it useful one day, so why not?

Oh yes, and the over-time from last month has paid off rather well! Today I took home the sort of pay-slip I used to take for granted in another life and by golly, it feels strange to think lots of it will be going into savings rather than being wasted as it used to be. I really _really_ have turned into my Dad!

‹Dubai/Cuba/Sri Lanka/Seychelles/somewhere-luxurious-for-a-week-or-two*, here we come!›

*Delete as applicable, dear

Spent a few mind-numbing hours Xmas shopping this arvo (shops are quiet on thursday afternoons - thankfully), culminating in a wedding-suit fitting after meeting T from work. I enjoyed the suit-fitting: I looked, dareisayit, somewhat dashing (must have been a special majickle suit to make _me_ look dashing) so I think I’ll probably scrub up OK for the wedding

This was followed by some more shopping, this time with great help from T who clearly detected that I’d lost the will to live after being lost in Festival Place for a few hours. I’d only previously managed to buy some silly things in Hawkins Bazzarrrrr (could’ve stayed in there all afternoon, actually!) but thanks to T we now have actual proper real live (well, not _alive_ live - you know what I mean) Xmas Presents and now I can concentrate on my dinner (home-made sossidge caserole with extra chillies and a couple slices of buttered bread) and then have a bath and foreswear shopping for another year.

I’m amazed that some people actually enjoy shopping, I really am.

Oooh yes, and there was a maHOOOOsive car crash on the way to work! It was like watching a hollywood block-buster, the way the brand new range rover went flying across the road in slo-mo (yes, the slo-mo happened again although happily I wasn’t involved this time). No-one injured, both cars completely wrecked though. One ‘helpful’ bystander declared the range rover to be on fire because ‘look, there’s all smoke coming out!’ but really it was just dust from the air-bag. I demonstrated this by punching the half-deflated airbag like a puff-ball mushroom and got a faceful of dust for my trouble
I immediately remembered Henry’s thing about C.O.W. and went into bossy bystander mode (well, no-one else was being of any use, even the witnesses). Once all 3 criteria had been checked off to my satisfaction, and after telling both drivers what they needed to do, I buggered off to work. No doubt the police turned up in good time, they’ve got sod-all else to do up this way.

Hmm. I really _am_ turning into my Dad.

‹Would’ve taken piccies of the suit but didn’t even remember to bring cuff-links and posh shoes, let alone a camera›

…whether or not i’ve managed to fix our elderly washing machine.

Long story short:
Drive belt snapped, whipped off rear, cursed briefly, ignored suggestions to buy new, bought new belt online, few quid, waited for arrival of same, fitted belt, sliced two knuckles in process, loaded machine with very very very small load, switched on. Awaiting result, can’t hear dreadful clonking from kitchen so far.

If all goes well, I shall be downing an entire well-earned pint.

‹Turns music up loud just in case›