It's only Wednesday and already it has been a bit of a topsy-turvy week. But as it's Wednesday I'm not going to spend any time complaining. Well, not much time anyway.
My subconscious has been trying to bully me into submission so far this week. I don't really know why, I'm not too sure what I've done to offend it. On Monday night I had the most horrible dream in which Nic didn't love me any more and my oldest friend A punched me in the mouth. Tuesday was consequently spent under a bit of a cloud, because those horrible dreams are always the ones that stick with you. Anyway, I made it up to myself last night by having an amazingly vivid dream in which I worked for Malcolm Tucker but I wasn't scared of him, so he trusted me and only swore at me in comedy ways. I love Peter Capaldi, what an amazingly sexy man. So I was very reluctant to get out of bed this morning and have been feeling pretty good this morning. Hurrah!
I'm having a very varied work week, but it's good because it limits my time on the Virgin Cross Country Train of Hate. I've got a big meeting tomorrow afternoon which will probably be quite stressful, but as I'll be able to buy some Tayto from Marylebone on the way home it won't be so bad. And then on Friday we have an away day to Warwick castle, which is going to include a treasure hunt. Nice!
Actually, none of the above sounds all that topsy turvy. Things are pretty good. I finally got the details through about my new job, which officially starts on 1st January. And I've been enjoying myself by doing the following things:
Reading The Snapper by Roddy Doyle
That's not strictly true, as I finished it on the train on Monday. Much like The Van it really made me laugh out loud. Roddy Doyle has a real knack for capturing the rhythm of everday conversations and convincingly putting the absurd into the realistic. Nearly everything I have been reading over the past year or so has been pretty heavy going (I'm looking at you here, Doris Lessing and Marilyn French) so it's good to have something funny to read on the train, even if fellow commuters do look at you strangely for giggling into your book.
Watching Cagney and Lacey
Not much to say about this really, except that the later episodes are much better than I thought they would be. And Tyne Daly really does just get cuter and cooler the more I watch her. I think she is brilliant.
Watching The Thick of It
Yes yes, I know. I bought that great box set of the first series and the specials and Nic and I watched them all in the space of a day or so, in preparation for the second series which starts at the weekend. I can't say anything that hasn't already been said, but this scene in which Julius Nicholson ('blue sky thinker, ex business guru, dog rapist') outlines his new idea to Glenn, Olly and Hugh made me helpless with laughter. Also, Peter Capaldi is most excellent and Tucker's law is the mantra that has been getting me through the tougher portions of this week.
I'm trying to decide whether to bid on these shoes and I'm also still trying to decide on my winter coat. Decisions, what?