I’m writing this from the comfort of my sofa, cat curled up next to me, mug of tea close enough to my right hand to reach for, but not so close as I’ll tip it over. I’m clumsy. Apparently I’m learning how to work from home the hard way. The hard, messy dammit-what-did-I ruin-this-time way.
This morning Kim Kardashian sent me an email (some PR involved with her in truth, but the thing’s the same right?) about her one tip to coping in isolation. Kim, a millionaire whose downstairs loo probably would fit my whole flat in it, the same size flat that has two humans and two cats rattling around in it, emailed me about coping in isolation.
Wrong audience love.
Last week was a very mixed bag.
We lost two work colleagues. One who I’ve known for the last seven years, an absolute sweetheart who I could lean on when the PhD office printer went wonky. I’ll miss his face about the place. Then we lost a second, this time someone based off campus, someone I didn’t know. But still, two too many.
Those were the downs. The ups were somewhat more mundane. The sun shone. I walked in it and took pictures of the flowers whilst listening to a podcast.
Work gave us two extra days of leave to use over the Easter weekend. Not quite sure what I’m going to do with all that spare time. Six whole days of staying inside. Maybe I’ll order a take away. Maybe I’ll attempt some DIY. Maybe I’ll nap on the sofa with the cat.
What I will do is continue to add to the list of suppliers on the online ordering post. I’ve got a pile more to add, cheese suppliers, one delivery option over in Sheffield, and cocktails in Altrincham. Tasty.
My weights, limited though they are, turned up, as did some new leggings from Grrrl Clothing. Bar the odd day when I put on something normal, I’m still living in gym gear, so it was nice to have new options. Oh and I got a new program from my coach. It’s hard, I got sweaty, I loved it. Round two later today.
I made a pot pie, as I found a scrap of pastry left in the freezer (seriously, I keep all sorts of scraps of stuff). Chicken and vegetables, a white sauce and what turned out to be flaky pastry in a lattice on top. It’s based on this recipe which is an oldie but goodie.
Had it not happened this morning, I might say that the highlight was this morning, when the postie delivered two boxes of hair dye arrived.
Admittedly, it’s not my usual one, I had to order it via Amazon (an independent on there rather then them directly though), and who the fuck knows if it’s in date, but you know. It’s the right colour. They didn’t charge me a stupid amount, unlike some of the hoarding fuckers who are holding us box dyers to ransom. And it’s here in my hands. So burying my half silver half mousy brown roots in red is is on my to do list this week.
But as it was Monday… Yeah, it wasn’t the highlight.
This little project was.
See you next week. Hopefully without my roots showing so badly.