Busy, Busy, Busy...

Blimey.

Wow. It's 16:30, and I don't have to move again until 17:30 (to walk t'dog).
     A whole hour to just sit? Luxury!

Things have been a bit hectic, Chez Collison.
     When not at work (10 hours overtime per week doesn't sound like much - 40 hours instead of 30 - but by gum, it hits the body hard. Perhaps because the job is physically demanding...?) or walking the dog, I've been running errands for various family members (this afternoon, for example, I donned my pumps and took a walk back into town in search of a particular mobile telephone to appease The Grandmama); and visiting various family members (two of whom are in hospital); and helping Mother with lesson planning (which is always great fun and terribly time consuming. As an aside, I'd never been kicked off the library's computer system due to an infringement of their rules before, but on that day I was. Who knew that the word 'slug' was a "gateway term" on their pornographic watch-list? I certainly didn't. I do now, though. Then once that was all sorted out, two hours later I got kicked off it again for the crime of having run out of time. =SIGH=); and making and fielding calls from various family members about various subjects (including The Brother, who seemed to have been becoming increasingly unstable and paranoid of late. The paranoia has calmed, for now, and all seems well, but we're still on high alert for signs of a relapse); and snatching the odd nap (I'm not sleeping too well at night at the moment, even with the aid of Valerian and an (un)healthy dose of gin); and doing research online into possible treatments for bone cancer (for dogs); and taking my own dog to the vet for checkups and talks about the next operation he will need; and (last but not least) looking into the details of Nursing Homes (both online and by phone) that The Great Aunt might be happy to end her days in, situated in and around the Kidderminster area.

...Oh, and I've vacuumed.
     Twice. In the past two weeks. ( ...Yeah... )

...And I've attended one choir rehearsal.
     Out of three. ( ...Yeah... But I'm going tonight!)

...But now, I'm just sat. Doing nothing (except reading Blog posts in-between typing this).
     And golly, t'is nice.

Technically, of course, I suppose that I should get some housework done while I have the chance (especially seeing as said chance is my one and only for at least the next two days, if not longer), but... No. Just no.
     =shakes head=
     I am staying right here, until that clock reads 17:25.
     Yep.
     =nods=

Alice x

Kids, Eh?

A boy poked my breasts yesterday morning.
     I refrained from ending him, as he appeared to be genuinely fascinated by them, and the poke he gave was a very gentle and careful one.

Plus, of course, backhanding a three-year-old that had to stand on his uppermost tiptoe simply in order to reach seemed mean.

...Well; it would've been, wouldn't it?

Alice. x