Diary of a Suburban Squeen

Item: I have a headache. Woe.
Item: I took the rubbish out but have not done all the washing up yet.
Item: I am about to go and make Mississippi mud cake.
Item: I love Star Trek.
Item: I'm supposed to be going to the Open Air Theatre in Regents Park tomorrow, thus it rains.
Item: The fresias I bought the other day are absolutely beautiful and smell divine.
Item: I sent my grandmother a postcard with bluetits on.

1. I am a squeen not in the best of health. I am afflicted by a sore throat. There is woe.

2. Ah, Thursday night comedy: it is a fine thing. Watched (as everyone else on my flist seems to have done) Extras, That Mitchell and Webb look (ah, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar… the BMX Bandit…) and finally Mock the Week. I do like a bit of Mock the Week. And not just because of its name.

3. I have listened to the Wicked CD about three million times and am not yet bored.

4. Will be getting the first series of Dark Angel imminently, which I’m quite excited about, because I haven’t really seen how it all started. Sadly there will be no Alec, but I will bear up.

5. I am already quite bored of the Labour infighting at the moment. Also my cynicism reached new heights a day or two ago when the papers seemed to be full of Gordon Brown weeping over something. I’m sure whatever he was weeping over was weepworthy, but the timing is just so… *so*.

6. Rather splendid French market in Lower Marsh today and tomorrow if anyone’s planning to be in the vicinity.

7. There was chocolate brandy (apple juice) cake. Now it is gone. Oimi.

8. Brownies tonight. I volunteered earlier in the week to be a hibernating thing but Xanthe was not overly impressed.

9. I seem to have stopped reading. This is strange.

10. ( Vote by Ballot (Harley Granville Baker) - National Theatre, London, September 2006 )

Who the fuck designed hostipal notes? Who thought it was a good idea to have to try threading a million pages onto two little bendy bits of plastic? WTF??! It's ridiculous... and the doctors lark about in an 'ooh, this all seems to have come undone, Laura, sort it out, will you?' in a oh-won't-take-a-minute sort of way, when they know perfectly well it's a complete pain of job, hence not doing it themselves.

Grr.

On the plus side, ah the fineness of House last night... The first half was full-on House and Wilson being all friendy and I *swear* flirty, in a manly we're-friends sort of way. And how can you not love the whole 'I've been borrowing increasing amounts from you'...'You're trying to objectively measure our friendship?' thing.

I have a cold. On the sucky side. And on Monday, I have the excitement of 'Corporate Induction' to look forward to, though apparently we get a free lunch, so it's not all bad. Although my original induction training was actually quite interesting in parts, I suspect this *will* be a bit rubbish - an introduction to the party line on how great GSTT is, etc. Possibly with an appearance by the Chief Exec - you know how they like to wheel them out occasionally to make nice so it looks like they care...

The NHS has made me so cynical. Alas.

Also, on a more exciting note, there appear to be about a million Chalet School fans over on theladiesloos (not including the ones I knew about already *g*). Huh. See how EBD gets everywhere...

My little finger has gone numb. I blame Rosie.