It’s All Gone Quiet….

Bliss.  Absolute Bliss.

I have / am having two days of absolute normality in my office.  Everybody is behaving themselves and work is getting done.  Wanna know why?

I’m the only one in here!!!  {echo}

It’s great, I love it.  As much as my job does involve a certain level of interaction with other people and idiots, when an opportunity for a bit of peace arises, it’s heaven!

Ok, I’ll be honest, it’s not exactly quiet.  I have had my music on a bit louder than normal.

And why not?  I have to put up with the droning on for the rest of the months, why shouldn’t I blast out a snafu of Stone Sour?  A pinch of Pantera?  I deserve it.

Anyway, it can’t be that loud.  The chaps next door haven’t complained.  Well, I haven’t heard them complaining….

Yesterday I got so much more work done, I’m spent.  Today, I will waste my time doing the menial tasks like tidying my desk, rearranging the furniture to confuse the older workers and maybe even watch a DVD later.  I haven’t decided.

If the weather was nicer, I would’ve gone and erected our ‘meeting room’.  Nice name but it’s just a gazebo we put up outside the office.  We back onto fields you see, lovely sun trap.  Every year we put it up and conduct team meetings out there.  Jealous?


Sorry, had a visitor to the office.  Promptly told them to go somewhere else.  I’m not working today. 

Probably not the response they were after but hey, I was mid-chorus!

Well, I hope you all have an equally productive day and if you work in an office like me, I salute you. 

It’s not easy.

Office Environment


That was the weekend that was:

Dismal.  Productive.  Short.

The weather in this country over the weekend was shocking.  Managed to get a good walk in but that was it. 

We were confined to the house.  But with nothing on the telly, what do you do?  I reliquished my Sky Sports package two weeks before the end of the season so couldn’t even watch the football.

However, I did the productive bit on Saturday morning.

After seven years or so, I finally managed to put all of my boxes up into the loft.  Until now, it had all been stored under the stairs, the one cupboard for storage in the house.  All the stuff from the past moves, all my school books and stuff, and also old toys from my childhood. 

Well it’s all gone.  The cupboard is empty.  A whole box of shredding dealt with (mainly school books and stuff) and a few boxes emptied.  The rest has been safely stored above.

Before you judge me, I can explain.  Seven years is a long time, I agree, but four of those can be accounted for with the reasoning that I didn’t have a big enough ladder.  This past weekend I had to borrow a ladder so that I can get the job done.  The other years I have no excuse (except laziness).

Now, my recent behaviour does beg a question; what is going on?!

In the past couple of weeks, I have tidied the garden, sorted the shed and now sorted the boxes.  I am becoming super domesticated.  Why have I started to become house proud?

Maybe I am doing my stint before I pass on the baton…

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To tidy or not to tidy….

Well here we are. It’s seven in the morning. It’s a Saturday.

What to do? Do I enjoy the weather and indulge in a bit of gardening? No, it’s raining. Do I spend the day playing with the children? God no.

That only leaves one alternative. Tidying.

I seem to be doing this every weekend, which you would think would be understandable with a family, but when I say tidy I mean sorting. You know, the spring clean.

We’ve been in this house for about seven years and still there isn’t a home for everything.

But today, my main task will be to get into the loft, and cram it full of boxes of stuff we don’t use.

‘Stuff you don’t use, why not just get rid of it?’ I hear you say. Well, that’s easy. The nearest recycling centre is ten miles away. I don’t drive and there’s no one to help us out, so the only option I have is to hide it!

I’ve never been up in the roof so do not know what I’ll find. Spiders probably.

Anyway that’s going to be my day? What are your plans, anything exciting?

Wedding Fever. Gardening Sucks.

Look at that, I get to over a hundred followers and I go quiet.

{ tumbleweed }

Do you ever get that?  There’s so much rattling around in the old noggin’ but as soon as you sit in front of a computer – nothing.  Couldn’t think of anything to say.

Which is unusual really, since I have the ability to ramble on profusely.  Anyway.

This last weekend was a busy one.  We had a wedding to go to.  Ooooooooh.

I’m very much of a casual man myself, exceedingly happy in slobbing around in a pair of trackies and mangled old jumper, but every now and again the need to break out the old suit returns.

I do like wearing a suit.  I think I look quite good in a suit.  Others may not agree, but it’s about self confidence.  Large people can look good too!

Imagine an overweight Toadfish from neighbours in his best Men In Black get up.  That’s me.

However, wearing a suit on a particularly warm day is horrible.  Warm = understatement.

The day was nice, the wedding was sophisticated and the happy couple looked fantastic.  The ceremony was as good a wedding I have seen, luckily I only had to be in one photo (don’t like posing for photos, well, maybe under the right circumstances….) and the reception afterwards was good.  Food and music a perfect combination.

I am so happy for the couple.  I mean, I’ve been the brother-in-law now for six years and known them for about ten, so was well chuffed to finally see them get wed.  They are so suited to each other it’s sickening!  Well, good luck I say.  They already have a daughter but I reckon the next step is number two.  Why not….

Meanwhile, whilst I know all the attention should be on the bride and groom, my focus was on one of the flower girls, as it was my darling daughter.  She looked stunning.  So proud.

My Darling Flower Girl

Don’t she look pretty!  Quick, model agencies, sign her up before she eats all my chocolate!

Other than that, I’ve been gardening for the last four days, late into the night on a couple of occasions, and have tidied my shed.  It’s been a productive week really, until I get back into the office.  Then it all stops.

I don’t usually bother with the garden.  I’ve tried every year to make it better, but I get bored.  I can’t afford to spend loads on shrubs and water features, or even sort out the ant problem, but hey I try my best.

Then the rain comes and it all seems worth it.


Woohoo!! Top 100….

Well, you lovely people, I have made it to a full 100 followers!

I must be doing something minutely interesting, every now and again, for you people to follow me.  I am very appreciative and surprised in equal measure.

When I started this, many moons ago, I had hoped just for a few people to read the blog and the odd comment here and there.  Whilst its true I have not struck up many conversations with my readers (my fault, not on here long enough) I still value the knowledge that there are some people reading what I manage to write.

Thank you.  No really.  I don’t need awards or plaudits (although it would be nice) to keep writing my gibberish, I’m just so full of it.

You know what I mean.

If in the future when you read any of this rambling nonsense, you feel like leaving any feedback, I would be hugely greatful.  I never know if what I am doing is interesting, relevant, or even worth it, so any words of wisdom would be great.

You really are lovely people.  If only I could give you all a big……