…with excitement. Brunettes with sky-blue eyes. Sorry, but there seem to be a number of them around recently; very distracting…
And that natural scent that’s like perfume. Stop it, people!
Utterly, utterly random? Yes, but it will soon all become clear. And when I say ’soon’, I mean probably in a few months’ time. Or whenever I’ve finished it… but what?!
Even more congratulations to give out; Xinyi from work has bought a house! Lucky, lucky girl. She searched on Friday, viewed over the weekend, and agreed on Monday. Today, she’s confirmed a mortgage. Sorted, done and dusted.
Looks like I need to get my arse in gear and sort out my mortgage options and go house hunting. Off to see Nationwide this Saturday, so fingers crossed.
Congratulations go out to Tai from work for having proposed to his girlfriend and is now engaged.
And equally, congratulations to James from Rare who got married to Ali over the weekend.
Gosh, it’s all happening, isn’t it?
Went to Hampstead Heath on the rather glorious Sunday just gone – first time I’ve been (I know!) - and it was lovely. A proper park that seems untouched and is much more natural in appearance than Hyde Park and others. A proper, rustic, olden times, feel where you could really get your teeth into and explore every nook and cranny and still have a multitude of places to go the next time.
Parliament Hill was busy with people wanting views of the city, although it was a bit far away and pretty grey.
Kenwood House was interesting; the gardens and building were pretty packed out for a park. Queues for drinks and food snaked around their courtyard seating area. Got a little muddy wandering through the garden and the advertised bog was a bit of a let-down (although, admittedly, we couldn’t actually find/see it).
Getting back into the photography. Only when I got home did I realise how knackering it is walking about for 7-hours without much of a sit down. Still aching now.
Anyway, thank you, Ting, for coming out with me. Much appreciated and much more fun than going on my own. Sorry about your boots getting muddy – I feel really bad about that! I’ll treat you to something next time.
Finally, we’ve managed to finish the majority and the hard part of the hob in the south of France. I can’t believe how relieved I am of the pressure to get the info and presentation ready in time for our meeting with the clients. Came back on Thursday after a three day session in Beauvallon and was pretty damn thankful that yesterday/Friday brought about a fairly easy day of helping others out. Taking my mind of the job was liberating.
And I’d like to think we did a damn good job of it all, too. The clients didn’t let on anyway (do they ever?) but we answered questions there and then, and reckon we’re sorted. Here’s hoping they’ll remember the good work that we can do and give us more projects – this is the sort of stuff that’s really interesting and makes work worthwhile.
And two servo-controlled leather chairs hooked up to their cinema set-up! Ah, what a joy that was, so much fun to be moved about in time with a car chase, etc. etc. If I didn’t need to get a mortgage, I’m sure I’d get a few of those.
Well, the British Government seem to be at it again; let’s attack one of the most common forms of entertainment by stating it leads to death. Not just death, but DEATH TO YOUR CHILDREN!!!
Fucking twats.
Seriously, why lead the advertisement by depicting gaming as one of the forms of entertainment that could lead to premature death. What about reading a book, listening to music, watching a film? All of these lead to nothing more than sitting down and doing nothing. But, oh no, just because it’s what all the kids seem to be doing now, that’s got to be it. Kids don’t go around biking anymore, not like they used to. They don’t go outside anymore; they’re the modern day vampire.
Because, quite obviously, gaming can’t beat reading for intellectual improvement; listening to music is cultural diversity; and watching a film is… well, something else. But gaming? Oh no, we can’t be doing that. We can’t be inviting friends around to our homes, interacting with them, having a SOCIAL life, having FUN and make a noise about it! Nope, you must sit and be quiet. You must not discuss matters. Do not pass Go; do not collect £200.
Really, it’s all utter crap. I can’t be bothered to go through all the pies that the gaming fingers are in, all the diverse forms of entertain that are rolled into one single package, that there might be something for everyone to enjoy. Can’t be arsed, because the UK government can’t be arsed to research into gaming before making it the lead cause to early DEATH OF YOUR CHILDREN.
Watch the banner advert; they couldn’t even be bothered to get the children to concentrate on the task at hand without them looking at the camera and attain eye-contact to make sure that they’re doing the right thing.
Surely the government is more of a RISK TO YOUR CHILDREN!!! than those aforementioned forms of entertainment. At least we’re not out there stabbing people.
I never did go to St Tropez that week, but I will be going this week. Was a bit miffed when I found that the flight out there was at 7am but have managed to get myself a room at the hotel airport. Loads of work to do for it, major presentation to the Client and then some more site surveying to do. All in two-and-half days; it’s going to be very tight and tiring. And people say it’s all a bit of a jolly.
Went to the bank this morning to talk about mortgages. I might has well have them laugh in my face. Loudly. Whilst pointing. At three-and-half times my salary, I can just about afford a broom. Minus the brush head.
I actually think I was a bit shocked by the low amount; I had expected a little more and she did say that with a credit check I could get that little more. But still not enough for what I’m looking for. Turns out that I’d have to double my income to get the mortgage I need. I don’t think that that’s going to happen anytime soon, especially with the seemingly lack of work we have for the future. Maybe I’ll be lucky to have a wage at all soon. (Gosh, I didn’t want to be in Blaire’s shoes a couple of days ago when she seemed to have a mental breakdown on how the financial crisis might play in her life. I said we could all get jobs flipping burgers.)
I think that that two-bed place will have to wait a couple more years. It might be worthwhile just to get onto the property ladder with a one-bed place and large amenity spaces. Hmm, scaling back in this prosperous time in the housing market doesn’t seem right. I’m up for the risk of a two-bed place; I know I can get the other room rented out. But, I guess, if I can’t even get that two-bed place then there’s no spare room to rent.
And ending on a slightly upbeat note, I think I might try and get some choons done with John. Piano mixed with drum-n-bass (although I think dubstep might be quite interesting) – I think we’re going to create a new genre. You heard it here first.