It's the week before Christmas. The weather is much milder but much wetter than the previous recent weeks and parts of the country are experiencing severe flooding but... all okay here.
Each work day has passed pretty quickly, (huge difference from the initial few weeks since I started the job,) but, more bad news on the work front, won't bore you with the details but in summary, we're now faced with losing our jobs next year, not under one set of rules, but under 2, double the threat, but what can you do? Still, if one more person tells me, and the rest of us, 'not to worry, just enjoy Christmas,' I may lose my rag.
I've watched quite a few films during the evenings this week, 'Walk the Line,' never seen that before, did not know Johnny Cash's story at all prior to the film, great film, Reese Witherspoon and of course, Joachim Phoenix were brilliant, sobbed through 'Steele Magnolia's'... again, 'The Wedding Date,' love that film and 'Day and Knight,' Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise both good, film not terrible but don't think I'll be watching it again.
I came home on Friday to find that a neighbour's kid is still using my address for his college mail, (I do think it's an honest mistake but it's driving me nuts now, I have asked politely if he'll correct the mistake.) Also, for the second time in a week, a Christmas card which is destined for an entirely different address, has been delivered to me, same card... twice... not my address. The only thing that is the same, is the house number, amazing, I will put the same card, back in the post tomorrow... again. Everything is just so annoying at the moment but it's probably just me.
So I'm standing in the supermarket this afternoon, in the frozen aisle, staring at the array of oven chips, I'm looking for 'Asda's, Rustic Oven Chips.' I scour for several minutes the multitude of different versions of oven chips. The irony is, I rarely have them, but when I went to have some last weekend... I had five chips left. 'What have you lost?' A Supermarket person arrives behind me and obviously recognises the look of a woman who can't find what she's searching for. 'Asda's own, Rustic Oven Chips,' I declare. 'I was at a wedding with you... Donna!' 'No, I'm... oh, Donna's wedding?' 'You sat at our table, it was....' 'It was 8 years ago last August, wow, you have a great memory.' I profuse. (I remember it well, it was a very special year for me and it meant the world that Donna and Gary had invited me to join them on their special day, which also happened to be my birthday.) I wouldn't have known this man from Adam, I feel like bleep, put my make up on 10 hours ago, so of course there is hardly anything left by this time, yet he remembers me from 8 years ago when I was 8 years younger, done up to death and in a posh frock. I can't decide if I'm flattered or gutted, only you can decide if this is good... or tragic. Do let me know. Donna's sister is expecting a baby any day now and so is my new friend's daughter, she's a few weeks early but the doctor's have told her to get herself ready. I wish him well with the new Grand-baby and I will make sure I look out for him in the future. How the heck did he remember me?
It's Saturday and I spoke too soon, some flooding around here, had everything crossed as I drove through some flooded roads but my little car kept going and didn't cut out, my Close is flooded but it's not threatening our homes and at 2pm, the rain finally seems to be easing off.
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