Talk about a scary step! I've taken the plunge, and put the order in for my new car. It's the 206 SE 1.6 tiptronic auto... I've not added that much to the car - I didn't need to - but, I have ordered the luxury pack, which gives me 5-spoke alloy wheels, alarm and deadlocks.
I've received a good trade in price for my current car, which given the fact that it's 4½ years old, and has about 57k miles on the trip, isn't too bad at all. But, I know the one thing - it means that I'm going to have to adapt my driving style to the new car - the way I did with my current one.
Despite this, I've got about 6 /8 weeks to wait for the new car, as it's a factory build, due to the fact that it's a small auto, and I want a particular colour (Agean Blue)...
Rats - my mobile's ringing... Suppose I'd better answer it.
Back later...
Karen
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And that could be said of me in the past… I’ve just had to call about half a dozen customers, to let them know that they may not get their deliveries today, as the M6 is closed both ways between J11 & 10a [the M54 link], due to a bad accident and a spillage.
But, thankfully, all the customers were ok, as some of them had vehicles caught in the traffic chaos, and could understand the reasons for me calling to advise them.
I’ve also done the two reports that I have to get done on a Friday… The one takes a lot of fiddling with (it uses pivot tables, and other stuff like that); the other is relatively straight foreward - just a pain in the backside to get e-mailed out...
But, this is the last time that I'll have to worry about such things, until I get back anyway!
Ah well - suppose I'd better do some more work...
Back whenever.
Karen.
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But, thankfully, all the customers were ok, as some of them had vehicles caught in the traffic chaos, and could understand the reasons for me calling to advise them.
I’ve also done the two reports that I have to get done on a Friday… The one takes a lot of fiddling with (it uses pivot tables, and other stuff like that); the other is relatively straight foreward - just a pain in the backside to get e-mailed out...
But, this is the last time that I'll have to worry about such things, until I get back anyway!
Ah well - suppose I'd better do some more work...
Back whenever.
Karen.
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Just a random thought. As you can tell, the last working day before my holiday is starting to get to me. Just a bit.
But, having said that, calling the customers to say that the tyres they ordered have come in, is great fun, as most of them I can have a joke with. The best one being a fella who was teasing me about going to Jersey – said that I was going to check up on my offshore millions. I started laughing, and said that I was going to get the Ferrari out of storage for the first day, then get the Aston Martin out and tour ‘round the island in it.
All in all, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but I don’t mind admitting that I’m looking forward to 17:00 – I escape for two whole weeks then!
And I’m awful tempted to send this as a final e-mail to all in my department:
Chaos, panic, and disorder - my work here is done.
Malevolent, I know, but it suits me at the moment!
Back later – more calls to make, and more people to gossip to…
Karen.
But, having said that, calling the customers to say that the tyres they ordered have come in, is great fun, as most of them I can have a joke with. The best one being a fella who was teasing me about going to Jersey – said that I was going to check up on my offshore millions. I started laughing, and said that I was going to get the Ferrari out of storage for the first day, then get the Aston Martin out and tour ‘round the island in it.
All in all, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but I don’t mind admitting that I’m looking forward to 17:00 – I escape for two whole weeks then!
And I’m awful tempted to send this as a final e-mail to all in my department:
Chaos, panic, and disorder - my work here is done.
Malevolent, I know, but it suits me at the moment!
Back later – more calls to make, and more people to gossip to…
Karen.
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I’m free!
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No, I’m not doing my impersonation of John Innman in Are you being served? – it’s how I’m feeling this morning. It’s my last working day for two weeks, as I’m going to spend a week in Jersey and a week at home… Well, on the UK mainland anyway. Whether I stay in the Warwickshire area is another matter entirely!
But, if I get my way, I get a trip to the Hereford Cider Museum… http://www.cidermuseum.co.uk/ No, it’s not me being selfish – it kills two birds with one stone… We [Mum & I] need to get a new mower, as the old one packed up. Mind you – it got a fair bit of abuse from the family – including me running it into the fence on numerous occasions!
I know what some people will say – “why don’t you go to the local DIY store and buy one?” Simple. When you’re mowing a paddock, you don’t want to drag huge amounts of cable behind you, and most DIY stores don’t stock a decent petrol mower. When I say decent, I mean one that last longer than two years. The one that’s just packed up lasted 10 years, before it became too expensive to repair.
Hmm – suppose I’d better do some w*rk…
Back later.
Karen.
Do spiders scream when the see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
But, if I get my way, I get a trip to the Hereford Cider Museum… http://www.cidermuseum.co.uk/ No, it’s not me being selfish – it kills two birds with one stone… We [Mum & I] need to get a new mower, as the old one packed up. Mind you – it got a fair bit of abuse from the family – including me running it into the fence on numerous occasions!
I know what some people will say – “why don’t you go to the local DIY store and buy one?” Simple. When you’re mowing a paddock, you don’t want to drag huge amounts of cable behind you, and most DIY stores don’t stock a decent petrol mower. When I say decent, I mean one that last longer than two years. The one that’s just packed up lasted 10 years, before it became too expensive to repair.
Hmm – suppose I’d better do some w*rk…
Back later.
Karen.
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How many times do I have to tell you?
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Some people just don’t listen. You try to help them by offering an alternative product [or two] and they seem to insist on asking if the original product is in stock – despite having been told numerous times that there are none available.
Just one of the many things that seem to be sent to try my patience today – which was started when Ponto decided to drop a mouse [a dead one admittedly] into my shoe… Which I then put on. You can imagine the yell, and the expletives that were hurled at Ponto’s retreating form.
So, that meant I had to dash upstairs [ok – hop] and wash my foot, then change my shoes for my sandals, then grab my car keys, and pray that the car would start ok.
Thankfully, the car did start ok, and I got into work ok – I even managed to get a decent parking space! But, I did have an encounter with a Land Rover Freelander…
The stupid idiot was in the turn right lane at the traffic island, and decided that he /she/it wanted to go straight on. There was only one problem – I was already along side when the idiot started to make the move! So, the person concerned got a symphony in airhorn minor. In reply, I got headlights, but as far as I was concerned, not my problem. The Freelander was in the wrong lane.
Rats – just about to be given some w*rk to do...
Back later.
Karen.
Do spiders scream when the see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
Just one of the many things that seem to be sent to try my patience today – which was started when Ponto decided to drop a mouse [a dead one admittedly] into my shoe… Which I then put on. You can imagine the yell, and the expletives that were hurled at Ponto’s retreating form.
So, that meant I had to dash upstairs [ok – hop] and wash my foot, then change my shoes for my sandals, then grab my car keys, and pray that the car would start ok.
Thankfully, the car did start ok, and I got into work ok – I even managed to get a decent parking space! But, I did have an encounter with a Land Rover Freelander…
The stupid idiot was in the turn right lane at the traffic island, and decided that he /she/it wanted to go straight on. There was only one problem – I was already along side when the idiot started to make the move! So, the person concerned got a symphony in airhorn minor. In reply, I got headlights, but as far as I was concerned, not my problem. The Freelander was in the wrong lane.
Rats – just about to be given some w*rk to do...
Back later.
Karen.
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Things that make you go “Grr.”
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There are times when I could cheerfully wring someone’s neck – and today is one of them. My car decided to play up last night: - the fuel gauge was showing that I was on fumes, so, like any normal person, I drove cautiously to the fuel station, and proceeded to get some petrol for the car…
Only for it to refuse to take any more than it had already go on board! I was charged for 2l (the minimum delivery), and as soon as I was clear from the pumps, I called my friendly mechanic (who services the car for me when it goes into the dealership for the services.)
He then told me that it sounded like the fuel sender in the tank was on the way out, and the best thing I could do, was get rid of the car, as this could be the start of something more serious. So, needless to say, I’m less than impressed. But, I suppose there is a silver lining to this problem – I’m going to order the Peugeot 206 on Saturday… http://www.peugeot.co.uk/
I will admit to feeling slightly upset – ok, I know that there will be people out there who say “Why? It’s only a car!” But that’s not the point – it’s my car – one that I’ve run in, tuned up and generally thrown around here there and everywhere.
But, life goes on, and I suppose this give me a chance to get to know another car – and spend time learning its quirks….
Rats – there goes my ‘phone. Suppose I’d better answer it…
Back later – possibly.
Karen.
Do spiders scream when the see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
Only for it to refuse to take any more than it had already go on board! I was charged for 2l (the minimum delivery), and as soon as I was clear from the pumps, I called my friendly mechanic (who services the car for me when it goes into the dealership for the services.)
He then told me that it sounded like the fuel sender in the tank was on the way out, and the best thing I could do, was get rid of the car, as this could be the start of something more serious. So, needless to say, I’m less than impressed. But, I suppose there is a silver lining to this problem – I’m going to order the Peugeot 206 on Saturday… http://www.peugeot.co.uk/
I will admit to feeling slightly upset – ok, I know that there will be people out there who say “Why? It’s only a car!” But that’s not the point – it’s my car – one that I’ve run in, tuned up and generally thrown around here there and everywhere.
But, life goes on, and I suppose this give me a chance to get to know another car – and spend time learning its quirks….
Rats – there goes my ‘phone. Suppose I’d better answer it…
Back later – possibly.
Karen.
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Things that make you go “Hmmm”
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I did promise that this blog would have random musings in it, and lunchtime resulted in a random thought come rant.
I went to refuel my car, and me being dumb, forgot that I was driving my car, instead of Mum’s… And guess what. The filler cap is on the other side on my car (the left as opposed to the right on Mum’s!) So, like a twit, I pull up to the fuel pump, with the filler hose on the right hand side, instead of the left, and had to stretch the hose across the roof of the car.
Thankfully, I managed to avoid doing any damage to the car, and fuelled the car up – even if it did try and coat me in eau de petrol. Still, I suppose it’s better than being coated in eau de diesel.
What I want to know is why car manufacturers insist on putting the filler cap on different sides of the car? It would make life so much easier if the filler cap was on the same side of EVERY car… That way, dozy people [like me] wouldn’t get confused at the petrol station!
Suppose I’d better get on with some w*rk...
Back later. (Possibly)
Karen.
Do spiders scream when the see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
I went to refuel my car, and me being dumb, forgot that I was driving my car, instead of Mum’s… And guess what. The filler cap is on the other side on my car (the left as opposed to the right on Mum’s!) So, like a twit, I pull up to the fuel pump, with the filler hose on the right hand side, instead of the left, and had to stretch the hose across the roof of the car.
Thankfully, I managed to avoid doing any damage to the car, and fuelled the car up – even if it did try and coat me in eau de petrol. Still, I suppose it’s better than being coated in eau de diesel.
What I want to know is why car manufacturers insist on putting the filler cap on different sides of the car? It would make life so much easier if the filler cap was on the same side of EVERY car… That way, dozy people [like me] wouldn’t get confused at the petrol station!
Suppose I’d better get on with some w*rk...
Back later. (Possibly)
Karen.
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Let sleeping tigers lie…
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A quiet evening last night... I tried to watch a bit of telly, but did my normal trick, and fell asleep! Thankfully, I’d remembered to set my alarm clock, so there was no danger of me oversleeping this morning. Mind you, with the appetite on legs around [my cat, Ponto]; there is little chance of me staying asleep beyond 06:30! My other cat, Fred, is a totally different character. He’s a hippie in catskin – all peace, love & catnip, compared to Ponto, who eats anything that walks, crawls, flies or slithers.
Having said that though, I wouldn’t swap either cat for anything. They’re so undemanding (yeah – right. Believe that and you’ll believe anything!). Despite that, they’re great fun, and cause no end of mayhem when they want. Fred’s the worst offender – I can’t run a bath without checking to make sure that he hasn’t slunk into the bathroom, and jumped into the bath!
The first time I realised that the hairball liked water, was just after I’d got him from the rescue centre… I felt something furry ‘round my ankles whilst I was in the shower, and reached down to check what it was…. Only to have the furry thing go meow, and purr at me!
So, I decided to put the cat off having a shower, and grabbed a cat shampoo that I’d got for Ponto (when I could catch him!)... Fred seemed to love every second he was being washed, and the second I stopped, looked disgusted at me and seemed to demand conditioner on his fur! So that ruined THAT idea.
Ponto, on the other hand runs a mile the minute the word ‘bath’ is mentioned, and the few occasions that I’ve been unlucky enough to have to try and wash him, he’s come down the walls like Tom in the classic Tom & Jerry cartoons.
Hmm – looks like I’m about to be given some work to do...
Back later.
Karen.
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Having said that though, I wouldn’t swap either cat for anything. They’re so undemanding (yeah – right. Believe that and you’ll believe anything!). Despite that, they’re great fun, and cause no end of mayhem when they want. Fred’s the worst offender – I can’t run a bath without checking to make sure that he hasn’t slunk into the bathroom, and jumped into the bath!
The first time I realised that the hairball liked water, was just after I’d got him from the rescue centre… I felt something furry ‘round my ankles whilst I was in the shower, and reached down to check what it was…. Only to have the furry thing go meow, and purr at me!
So, I decided to put the cat off having a shower, and grabbed a cat shampoo that I’d got for Ponto (when I could catch him!)... Fred seemed to love every second he was being washed, and the second I stopped, looked disgusted at me and seemed to demand conditioner on his fur! So that ruined THAT idea.
Ponto, on the other hand runs a mile the minute the word ‘bath’ is mentioned, and the few occasions that I’ve been unlucky enough to have to try and wash him, he’s come down the walls like Tom in the classic Tom & Jerry cartoons.
Hmm – looks like I’m about to be given some work to do...
Back later.
Karen.
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Still bored.
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Roll on 17:30. I’m knackered after the weekend, and I could have really done with spending the day in bed, catching up with some much-needed sleep... I did my usual trick, and didn’t settle down to sleep until about 01:00 this morning, as I was reading [Bitten by Kelley Armstrong]. I'ts one off those books that I find very hard to put down...
Grr – just been given some work to do – suppose I’d better get on with it.
Back later… [Possibly]
Karen.
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Grr – just been given some work to do – suppose I’d better get on with it.
Back later… [Possibly]
Karen.
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Bored [part 3]
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What I know about earthmover tyres [apart from they tend to be big and very expensive], you can carve painlessly on my small fingernail – with room to spare! But, thankfully, there are people in the department who know far more than I do about them, and I can quite happily pass the queries onto them.
However, car tyres are a different matter, and I can quite happily discuss the merits of various tyre types, and how they may affect the handling of a car… As you may have guessed, I’m somewhat of a petrol head, and can talk for hours about the latest Formula 1 race, [which tend to be won by a certain M. Schumacher in a Ferrari], or about the performance [or lack of] various road cars…
My own car is a wolf in sheep’s clothing… It looks absolutely standard – until I hit the throttle… Then it lights up, and looks for the nearest ditch to spit me into. But, that’s just the way I like it, and all I can say, is "God help the next owner!"
Rats – inconsiderate customers! Should be a law against them calling me!
Back later...
Karen.
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However, car tyres are a different matter, and I can quite happily discuss the merits of various tyre types, and how they may affect the handling of a car… As you may have guessed, I’m somewhat of a petrol head, and can talk for hours about the latest Formula 1 race, [which tend to be won by a certain M. Schumacher in a Ferrari], or about the performance [or lack of] various road cars…
My own car is a wolf in sheep’s clothing… It looks absolutely standard – until I hit the throttle… Then it lights up, and looks for the nearest ditch to spit me into. But, that’s just the way I like it, and all I can say, is "God help the next owner!"
Rats – inconsiderate customers! Should be a law against them calling me!
Back later...
Karen.
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Done & dusted...
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Sorted. The customers were quite happy, as I’d called them and not the other way ‘round. The tyres will be sent out with the deliveries tomorrow, and they’ll get priority, as they were let down today. I was half expecting one or two to go mad, saying that they had people waiting for these tyres; and that they were going on holiday to the south of France tomorrow, taking the car with them, and that they were going to be getting the 03:00 ferry tomorrow morning, etc.
But what I can’t understand is why people leave getting their car sorted until the last minute? Surely they know that they’re going to need new tyres before they go away? Mind you - I’m a fine one to talk – I’ve still got to renew my car insurance – which runs out whilst I’m away! Still, I can get that sorted later… A quick log on to the relevant website, and I’m all done.
Rats – there goes my ‘phone. Suppose I’d better answer it…
Back later.
Karen.
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But what I can’t understand is why people leave getting their car sorted until the last minute? Surely they know that they’re going to need new tyres before they go away? Mind you - I’m a fine one to talk – I’ve still got to renew my car insurance – which runs out whilst I’m away! Still, I can get that sorted later… A quick log on to the relevant website, and I’m all done.
Rats – there goes my ‘phone. Suppose I’d better answer it…
Back later.
Karen.
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Bored [part 2]
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Still bored. It’s at times like this, that I can see where the ideas for series such as The Bastard Operator from Hell: (http://members.iinet.net.au/~bofh/index.html) were gained! But, clock watching will do nothing at all. Well, it will do something – depress me!
There must be an EU directive against torturing staff – especially when we have to deal with idiots on the telephone. Sorry – I mean customers. No, I was right first time. But only for about 25% of the callers – the rest tend to be OK.
Mind you – I’m a tad mystified... How the heck did one of my plants [a Gloxinia] has managed to get greenfly [aphids] on it? Did some pervert bring a pregnant female greenfly into the office, spot my plants and carefully place it on there?
But, at the moment, I’m trying to contact people to let them know that their deliveries won’t be done today, due to heavy traffic... I just hope that they’re ok about it – people tend to get rather upset when they don’t get the tyres for their cars!
Suppose I'd better get on with the calls...
Back later.
Karen.
Do spiders scream when the see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
There must be an EU directive against torturing staff – especially when we have to deal with idiots on the telephone. Sorry – I mean customers. No, I was right first time. But only for about 25% of the callers – the rest tend to be OK.
Mind you – I’m a tad mystified... How the heck did one of my plants [a Gloxinia] has managed to get greenfly [aphids] on it? Did some pervert bring a pregnant female greenfly into the office, spot my plants and carefully place it on there?
But, at the moment, I’m trying to contact people to let them know that their deliveries won’t be done today, due to heavy traffic... I just hope that they’re ok about it – people tend to get rather upset when they don’t get the tyres for their cars!
Suppose I'd better get on with the calls...
Back later.
Karen.
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Bored - and wishing I was elsewhere!
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Back at work. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of these people that hates their job - far from it. I'm just not in the mood to work! I guess I'm getting into holiday mode, as a week today, I'm on holiday for two whole weeks! I'm going to be spending a week on Jersey [one of the Channel Islands], and I'm really looking forward to it... Don't worry - there will be loads of photographs of the things that I see & do [but none of me - I don't do photographs if I can help it!]
Time to get back to my desk...
Back later.
Karen
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Time to get back to my desk...
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The day after the night before...
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No - I'm not hungover. Just tired. I know what the cynical reader will think "Yeah - pull the other one - you had too much to drink last night." Nothing could be further from the truth - the drink/drive laws here in the UK are too rigidly enforced for me to even consider risking my driving license. Being caught over the limit is a mandatory one year ban, and the social repercussions are horrific - not to mention the financial consequences [goodbye job!].
It's just the mere fact that I didn't get to bed until 03:00 this morning. I wasn't late leaving the reception - I left at 22:30, and got home just after 00:00, but I was too wide awake to sleep, so sat up watching a film on my DVD player - it was Evolution (coming to wipe that silly smile off your planet).
The drive to Nottingham was ok - until I got to the M1. Then I remembered why I hated using that particular road. It seemed that every driver on that road had thrown all lane discipline to the four winds, and insisted on hogging the centre lane [a driver I refer to as a CLOC - Centre Lane Owner's Club] or blasting up on the outside lane, like he/she was racing Michael Schumacher in his Ferrari!
But, the one thing that really irritated me, was the idiotic driver who was in the middle lane, keeping pace with me, and seated exactly where I couldn't see he/she/it in my wing mirror. So, that meant that when I came to over take slower moving vehicles in my lane, I had to accelerate harder than I would have liked, just to get the space to get into the middle lane!
Despite that, I did wonder if I'd inadvertently left the hand brake on. The reason? Simple. I was travelling at about 75mph [the speed limit is 70mph], but I had cars going past me like I was standing still - including cars that I know very well would have been close to their max RPM / speed. Just for the record, at 75mph, my car does approx. 2750RPM (the joys of a digtal dash!)
Once I'd gotten to Nottingham, I then had the joy of trying to locate the registry office. Because I wasn't sure of the address, I called my friend, and asked if he could confirm the address for me. More by luck than judgement, I'd managed to find the place, and as a bonus, there was free parking nearby!
The ceremony was simple, but that didn't detract from the obvious happiness of the couple. After the ceremony, there were the obligatory photographs. I managed to hide for most of them apart from the one of the groom with his friends - I was told that there was no way I was hiding from that photo!
Then, the real fun started. The wedding party headed to the reception, at a local social club. The reception was due to start at 17:00, and we duly arrived just after that time... To find that there was no sign of life! That upset the bride, and the groom was all in favor of finding the responsible person, so he could sort them out, and make them realise just how much they'd upset his princess.
But, the hour was saved by the local pub - the Nag's Head [no - that's not me taking a crafty swipe at the bride or the mother in-law!] who very considerately put the pub at the party's disposal until such time as the social club opened at 19:00.
Once the social club was opened, the party got off to a real swing.. The happy couple had the first dance - to Jennifer Rush's song- The Power of Love. Several of the guests - myself included, were joking about the DJ playing the Frankie Goes To Hollywood version of the song.. The reason? Simple. It has the immortal line Keep the vampires from your door. And, there were six of us [the groom included] who all play vampire / half vampire creatures in various RPG campaigns.
But, despite the late start, it was quite a party.. The bride kept trying to get me to dance - something I cannot do to save my miserable skin! And more to the point, there are some songs that I refuse point blank to dance to - including anything by Wham! or Steps. But, get something like Donna Summer's Hot Stuff on the sound system, and that's it. I'm off to the dance floor - and I don't care if I dance like a eighty year old - I was having fun!
Aside from my pleasure at seeing my friend so happy, I was able to hook up with some old friends, and make some new friends as well, and have been made to promise that I won't leave it so long before I head back up to Nottingham, as well as keeping in touch. That's something I have every intention of doing, but the visit will have to wait until I get back from my holiday, and get things sorted here at home..
Time to log off and bog off - I've got to get the washing done, otherwise I won't have any decent clothes for work tomorrow..
Karen.
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It's just the mere fact that I didn't get to bed until 03:00 this morning. I wasn't late leaving the reception - I left at 22:30, and got home just after 00:00, but I was too wide awake to sleep, so sat up watching a film on my DVD player - it was Evolution (coming to wipe that silly smile off your planet).
The drive to Nottingham was ok - until I got to the M1. Then I remembered why I hated using that particular road. It seemed that every driver on that road had thrown all lane discipline to the four winds, and insisted on hogging the centre lane [a driver I refer to as a CLOC - Centre Lane Owner's Club] or blasting up on the outside lane, like he/she was racing Michael Schumacher in his Ferrari!
But, the one thing that really irritated me, was the idiotic driver who was in the middle lane, keeping pace with me, and seated exactly where I couldn't see he/she/it in my wing mirror. So, that meant that when I came to over take slower moving vehicles in my lane, I had to accelerate harder than I would have liked, just to get the space to get into the middle lane!
Despite that, I did wonder if I'd inadvertently left the hand brake on. The reason? Simple. I was travelling at about 75mph [the speed limit is 70mph], but I had cars going past me like I was standing still - including cars that I know very well would have been close to their max RPM / speed. Just for the record, at 75mph, my car does approx. 2750RPM (the joys of a digtal dash!)
Once I'd gotten to Nottingham, I then had the joy of trying to locate the registry office. Because I wasn't sure of the address, I called my friend, and asked if he could confirm the address for me. More by luck than judgement, I'd managed to find the place, and as a bonus, there was free parking nearby!
The ceremony was simple, but that didn't detract from the obvious happiness of the couple. After the ceremony, there were the obligatory photographs. I managed to hide for most of them apart from the one of the groom with his friends - I was told that there was no way I was hiding from that photo!
Then, the real fun started. The wedding party headed to the reception, at a local social club. The reception was due to start at 17:00, and we duly arrived just after that time... To find that there was no sign of life! That upset the bride, and the groom was all in favor of finding the responsible person, so he could sort them out, and make them realise just how much they'd upset his princess.
But, the hour was saved by the local pub - the Nag's Head [no - that's not me taking a crafty swipe at the bride or the mother in-law!] who very considerately put the pub at the party's disposal until such time as the social club opened at 19:00.
Once the social club was opened, the party got off to a real swing.. The happy couple had the first dance - to Jennifer Rush's song- The Power of Love. Several of the guests - myself included, were joking about the DJ playing the Frankie Goes To Hollywood version of the song.. The reason? Simple. It has the immortal line Keep the vampires from your door. And, there were six of us [the groom included] who all play vampire / half vampire creatures in various RPG campaigns.
But, despite the late start, it was quite a party.. The bride kept trying to get me to dance - something I cannot do to save my miserable skin! And more to the point, there are some songs that I refuse point blank to dance to - including anything by Wham! or Steps. But, get something like Donna Summer's Hot Stuff on the sound system, and that's it. I'm off to the dance floor - and I don't care if I dance like a eighty year old - I was having fun!
Aside from my pleasure at seeing my friend so happy, I was able to hook up with some old friends, and make some new friends as well, and have been made to promise that I won't leave it so long before I head back up to Nottingham, as well as keeping in touch. That's something I have every intention of doing, but the visit will have to wait until I get back from my holiday, and get things sorted here at home..
Time to log off and bog off - I've got to get the washing done, otherwise I won't have any decent clothes for work tomorrow..
Karen.
Do spiders scream when they see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
In the shadows
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OK - I admit it. I'm a Rasmus fan! I have been, ever since I switched on a heavy rock station [Kerrang! FM (availible on http://www.kerrang.com/)], and heard the song In the Shadows... So, me being me, I went and bought the album, and am now succeeding in driving my friends and family scatty with it constantly playing!
I suppose I'd better give you some kind of introduction to myself, and why I decided to start a blog.. My name's Karen, and the reason for the blog? Well, where do I start??
My life got turned upside down on May 24 2004 when I came home from work, and found out that my father had collapsed in the local shopping centre [I still have tremendous trouble going there!], and died later that afternoon in the local hospital's A&E department. So, that left my mother and myself wondering what the hell was going to become of the pair of us.. (Yes, I'm an only child - and I've heard all the comments about being a spoilt brat, thank you very much!)
Things have moved on since then, and Mum and I have slotted into a quiet routine, traveling into work together when our shift patterns allow it.. Mum works about a mile away from me, and usually starts earlier than I do. So if it's my turn to drive, I drop her off at work, then wind my way to my office, and see what has landed in my e-mail in box...
The weekends can be a trying time for me.. Because Mum works alternate weekends, I get left to my own devices, which suits me just fine.. Apart from today. I've got a wedding to go to this afternoon, in Nottingham.
Don't get me wrong - the person getting married is an old friend of mine, and I wish him all the luck in the world. It's just that I really don't feel like driving up the M1 with all that associated hassle, and I can think of other things that I'd rather be doing today. But, I've said I'll go, and it's too late to back out now.
The other thing that is driving me up the wall is my ISP. I keep getting bounced off, whilst trying to get the Windows XP security patch.. Most fustrating. OK - I can understand the reasons, but that doesn't do much for my computer - not when the patch is about 77 Mb!
Ah well, suppose I'd better log off, and bog off.... I've got to get ready for this weeding [sorry - wedding!]
Karen.
Do siders scream when they see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
I suppose I'd better give you some kind of introduction to myself, and why I decided to start a blog.. My name's Karen, and the reason for the blog? Well, where do I start??
My life got turned upside down on May 24 2004 when I came home from work, and found out that my father had collapsed in the local shopping centre [I still have tremendous trouble going there!], and died later that afternoon in the local hospital's A&E department. So, that left my mother and myself wondering what the hell was going to become of the pair of us.. (Yes, I'm an only child - and I've heard all the comments about being a spoilt brat, thank you very much!)
Things have moved on since then, and Mum and I have slotted into a quiet routine, traveling into work together when our shift patterns allow it.. Mum works about a mile away from me, and usually starts earlier than I do. So if it's my turn to drive, I drop her off at work, then wind my way to my office, and see what has landed in my e-mail in box...
The weekends can be a trying time for me.. Because Mum works alternate weekends, I get left to my own devices, which suits me just fine.. Apart from today. I've got a wedding to go to this afternoon, in Nottingham.
Don't get me wrong - the person getting married is an old friend of mine, and I wish him all the luck in the world. It's just that I really don't feel like driving up the M1 with all that associated hassle, and I can think of other things that I'd rather be doing today. But, I've said I'll go, and it's too late to back out now.
The other thing that is driving me up the wall is my ISP. I keep getting bounced off, whilst trying to get the Windows XP security patch.. Most fustrating. OK - I can understand the reasons, but that doesn't do much for my computer - not when the patch is about 77 Mb!
Ah well, suppose I'd better log off, and bog off.... I've got to get ready for this weeding [sorry - wedding!]
Karen.
Do siders scream when they see a big fat hairy human in the bath?
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