Trip Start May 27, 2010
97Trip End Aug 31, 2011
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On Monday night Phil and I had some dinner and then went to the pub to watch the football
I got my new phone on Tuesday. It's amazing how much excitement something like that can muster in a person. Since when did we get all excited about having flashy toys that, essentially, are unnecessary. We lived without mobile phones. We did. We lived without Angry Birds and iPods and the internet. And because of this addiction to technology, I was upset when the stupid Vodafone website wasn't cooperating, meaning I couldn't set up my new shiny phone
After I posted my blog last week, complaining that I hadn't heard from Jacci, typically, I got a message from her. Literally not 10 minutes after I posted it I got a text message. So I called her that night and had a quick catch up. It will be so nice to see my sister in about 10 days time. I thought I should write something here just in case anyone was wondering what happened to her.
On Thursday weathermen around the country were telling us there would be snow sweeping across the midlands and causing disruption to trains, planes and automobiles. I went to bed like a little kid at Christmas, hoping to wake in the morning and look out the window and see snow. Philo got up at around 5.30am, and I eagerly asked whether it had snowed, more awake than usual for that time of morning. He pulled the curtains aside and confirmed that there was no snow. I was devastated, having been so excited at the prospect of waking up to see a snow covered street. It was not to be. I went back to sleep, mindful of the fact that the weathermen are often wrong, and got up a little while later and there was still no snow. I had to get on with the day regardless, so I had my breakfast, got the bus, got the train, and then, as I was walking to work from the train station, what happened? It snowed! It was very light snow, melting before it even hit the ground, but it was still snow
Friday night was the work Christmas party at the ICC. It's been quite a while since I had a work Christmas party, the whole sit-down three course meal type anyway. Last year the Norton Rose office was too big to have everyone in one place at one time, and the year before that Deacons were still recovering from the GFC backlash and so glorified Friday night drinks were all they could muster. The year before that I was unemployed due to said GFC. Stupid GFC. When 5pm rolled around people had either cleared the office or were in the toilets getting ready. I was doing the latter. Change of dress and a bit of slap and I was ready to go. We had a couple of drinks at the pub and then made our way to the function centre, greeted by a cheesy photographer and cocktails coloured so brightly I was glad I wasn't wearing white. Lisa and I were sat on a table with people from upstairs that we didn't know, and one we will never know, thanks to her not turning up. Lisa left not long after the meals were finished, but early enough to miss out on the comedian that wasn't funny, and whose jokes were as old as he was and rather inappropriate for a work function. Jen had been texting me for a bit so I left to speak to her for a while before getting a cab around to the Arcadian Centre and meeting Phil who was also at his Christmas party. He told me to meet him at the Indi Bar, so I made my way there and paid £5 to get in the door, only to find they weren't in that bar - they were in a completely different bar, and I had just spent £5 for nothing. After only one Corona in the bar that I finally found them at, I was left dripping wet, not from my own fault. Some dickhead walking along with a tray of drinks held above his head lost his coordination and spilt the tray of drinks all over Phil and I, all down the back of my hair and soaking my freshly dry-cleaned dress. The tool offered to buy us a drink to make up for it. I told him it would probably be best if he just buggared off. After that, we decided things were going downhill, so we decided to get some food and head home.
Dez and Estelle got married on Sunday, and we were invited to be there to witness it. It was a lovely ceremony, the music amazing. We were all expecting mini buses and/or taxis to take us to the reception venue, and so everyone was pleasantly surprised to see a big red double decker bus, complete with the classi ticket conductors of old, all suited and booted. The reception was at a golf club, and we had some lovely Christmassy food and wine, some more than others. The night went by in a flash, and we ended up at the Hares & Hounds for a couple of (unnecessary) nightcaps, a drunken chat to Jacci, potato cakes, then home. Thankfully I know myself very well and had booked the Monday off in advance of my inevitable hangover. And boy did I need it.
Two weeks until I'm a Mrs.