Wednesday, 31 January 2007

Out with the old

We have finally named our new car. Our old car - a knackered, aging Toyota Corolla - was called Myrtle. Our new car is a Ford Escort Wagon and we have named her Gertrude. Phil got a really good price for her and can't believe our good fortune. He keeps expecting something big to go wrong with her. I did have some vague concerns in the beginning that she was a cut and shut but these concerns are fading with every day that passes when the rear of the vehicle doesn't pass us in the inside lane.

I always get itchy feet in the New Year and fancy a trip away somewhere. Michael's extreme nosiness in public situations probably means that we could risk such a trip. We've been talking about going to Paris for ages but have never got around to going. Criminal really - all we needed to do before Michael was born was get Fikkie's to watch the cats and then get in the car and go. It really isn't all that far by car. Alternatively, we might chicken out and go to Center Parcs for the weekend. Michael is doing a Jekyll & Hyde number due to the teething so we don't tend to make any plans.

I can't believe it has been six months since I was last at work. Occasionally I get the urge to answer a technical support question (Phil still works at FatWire so I hear about everything that is going on with the customers) which is really tragic. I suggested last night that Phil mind the baby and I answer some of his cases. The customers would immediately spot that something had gone wrong with Phil if I did that. Phil is really polite and goes that extra mile for the customers and I'm somewhat abrupt and bossy. I expect the customers to know what they are doing and have read the manuals. Definitely my greatest flaw as I should know by now not to expect anything.

55 nuns on the run over debt

I can't seem to wean myself off the habit of reading tabloid newspapers. This article is a perfect example of why I can't. Fabulous stuff!
55 nuns on the run over debt

Saturday, 20 January 2007


Oblivious to the storm a couple of days ago, the daffodils are... blooming... in January?!? This can't be a good thing. They came up early last year too but not as early as this. I hope this isn't because I've been leaving my TVs on standby.

Thursday, 18 January 2007

Phil goes, storm comes

For the first time since Michael was born, I'm spending the night away from Phil. Phil has to attend a team-building exercise in the Alps with the European FatWire team. This is the third time that such an exercise has been arranged, and the first time I have not attended. It is always arranged by the French team so it is no surprise that the destination is always France, and that skiing and fondue are always on the menu. Phil will be home tomorrow evening.

I had planned some outdoors activities to keep Michael and I busy but we have not been able to leave the house due to the following:

Huge storm causes havoc, public told to stay indoors

I don't even dare go out the front door to set the wheelie bin upright for fear of being hit by flying debris (it would only fall over a second later, anyway). The cats are terrified and I am mildly concerned that there will be a power cut. The storm is set to rage until midnight and there has already been some damage to the airport. I do hope there aren't any problems when Phil flies home tomorrow.

Should I be battening something down...? Ah well...

In closing I would like to say:


Tuesday, 16 January 2007


Since Phil is asleep (got a grand total of 2.5 hours sleep last night) and Michael is watching Fawlty Towers in his playnest, I decided it was time to update my blog. So here are the facts as of this moment:

Currently reading: Jingo by Terry Pratchett and Annabel Karmel's Baby and Toddler Meal Planner
Last movie watched: The Browning Version
Last thing I ate: Trifle - oh God, I feel sick
Current mood: Subdued
Current location: In the living room at home

I don't have time for a longer entry because Michael has started to cry so this will have to do for now.