Wobble Wibble

I’m over being ill. I really am. I made it into work on Tuesday, spent most of the morning recovering from getting in to work, had an epic fail at concentrating, and stayed home the rest of the week. My peak flow is still shot (well, it’s now 10% down, instead of 15% down – but that’s with oral steroids), and I’m so bored with being ill. I am over this. Except I’m not. I’m tired, frustrated, unable to do everything I want to, and I just had an epic two day panic about guidemin and camp. For no apparent reason because, actually, none of it is quite as arduous or complicated as I am making it out to be. Send gin.

I’ve just hit the guidemin for two hours. It is now, more or less, under control. There’s a handful of emails that can be sent tomorrow (or, rather, today – it’s nearly midnight), after I’ve been to a training at HQ.

It’s been an exhausting week. In part, the excitement of the new Guide Promise contributed to this. It’s something I’ve felt passionately about, but I’ve just been so drained by being ill that I’ve not been able to work up the excitement that I really wanted. However, I’m very pleased. It’s a #promiseforall. Finally, everyone I know who doesn’t believe in God, but who is an excellent Guide leader can make their promise without lying, tying themselves up in knots, or telling themselves that ‘God’ stands for what they do believe, even if they don’t believe in God. The new promise doesn’t discard God (regardless of what the Torygraph or the Daily Wail would have us say). We promise to ‘be true to myself and to develop my beliefs’ from September. If you believe in God, then, God is still there. Just not explicitly. If you believe in Science, well, you’ve got full reign. If you’re a satanist, you’re probably not going to join the Brownies anyhow, because it doesn’t really go with the ‘helping other people’ ethos. And we will continue to do that regardless. The Brownies and I debated it this evening. They understood the new promise immediately. It was SO much simpler than the previous debates we’ve had. They just got it. It was simple, they could understand it, they made sensible, thoughtful comments, and I hope they will make their promise gladly in September (there seems to be a degree of apathy about the promise in the current batch).

Oooh. I’ve just remembered. I have a potential new Brownie. I must go and send an email. Before I totally forget… right. That’s done. All up to date there. I probably ought to contact all the parents and ask them to let me know if their daughters aren’t going to show up any one week. It’s perturbing when they just don’t show up. Oh. And someone’s phone number needs updating in the system. I need a list.

  • Update phone number in GO, print new emergency contacts details
  • Print Science Museum letters
  • Commissioner Training
  • Decide if we’re well enough to go to my parents’ for an open garden thing on Sunday
  • Supermarket
  • Laundry, including changing the sheets
  • Hoover behind the sofa
  • Pack up baby hats for neonatal unit, and toiletries for Give and MakeUp. N.b. Notes to go into boxes
  • Knit a hat for Owen Begun. It’s going to be a red telephone box. And I’m kinda making it up as I go along.
  • Continue to make reusable cotton pads (these are awesome, and crocheted. I am wrecking my right arm with crochet again)
  • Try not to panic and feel overwhelmed because, really, the perception that it is an overwhelming list in no way actually reflects reality.
  • Email CC about Constitution/AGM
  • Write up a Constitution for Division
  • Check A’s qualifications
  • Pay for long service badges
  • Tidy craft corner in sitting room

(you may grasp, from this list, that I actually dealt with various of the emails while blogging. Since they don’t exactly show on the list anymore).

I’m sure there’s something else. But I have a trusty notebook. And I can write it in there. When I remember it. For now, I’m going to finish watching American Dad, and eat some Sour Patch Kids.



You know, sometimes it feels like yelling into the wind

This weekend has been one of those weekends. So many messages sent, unheeded, unanswered. Did they even arrive?

Or was everyone avoiding my germs as assiduously as I was trying to not share them. Well, other than with poor N, who has the same revolting cough as I.

It’s annoying. We wanted to go running, go to a pig roast. I wanted to go to a stitch and bitch with my friends. Instead, we were quite simply, ill. And it was not fun. I even ended up taking Friday off work ill. Today I’m WFH, and I have no concentration in me at all. Infuriating.


A chest infection…

Code milky green! Code milky green!

Except that was yesterday. Today it’s code “take the day off work and ewwwwwwwww!”. No-one needs my hacking cough near them, and it’s much simpler to manage if I don’t have to get all prissy near my desk.

Add in that I’ve managed to burn myself on my hwb (ladyache), that the tiler’s coming at 2pm, the Japanese leaders at 5pm, and that all I want to do is crawl away and sleep, and I’m not having the most fantastic day.

I have obliterated a bluebottle with a cushion though. It took 15 minutes patient tracking, but I did it! I did it!

I’m now going to eat lunch, and hide on the sofa, and try and finish the second sleeve of my cardigan, and join up the yoke. If I feel energetic, later, I might post pictures. However, I’ve spent an exhausting 15 minutes tracking the bluebottle, and prior to that there was a lovely debate about Guiding (I honestly did enjoy it, but it was quite intense), so I’m not promising anything. Apart from to take more care with the hwb when I refill it. Red lines on one’s tum are not sexy.


Well, that was interesting.

It’s always fun when you’re shepherding 4 somewhat jetlagged Japanese Girl Scout Leaders round London, and Westminster Bridge is suddenly completely and utterly overwhelmed by naked cyclists. All part of the fun of the World Naked Bike Ride.

Once we’d managed to find ourselves next to Paddington Bear, at Paddington Station (I swear they’ve moved him),  we dropped off luggage (King’s Cross Station is very exciting, because there’s platform 9 3/4) then we headed for lunch, then Westminster Abbey (n.b. One hour is nowhere near enough, particularly not with those entry fees) then the Florence Nightingale Museum (one hour also not enough. Actually, 45 minutes was not enough. Fortunately, I gift-aided the tickets, so I can go back later in the week and finish reading all the labels. It was very, very good. I just would have liked more time. I am one of those annoying types who needs to read everything in a museum. This really annoyed The Professor in the Jewish Museum in Berlin. You’d think a history professor would understand this. Apparently not. He got really, really impatient…). Then I came home, having dropped them off to Pax Lodge.  I sort of went flumph, destroyed a scone in the toaster (the toaster is a fire hazard, it won’t stay down, so I’ve taken to wedging it with the electric tin opener and lurking in the vicinity. But I needed the loo), ate too many Jelly Babies, didn’t drink any gin, and reheated something that involved chicken, cashew nuts and some sort of spice for supper.

Today, I am trying to sort out my Brownie camp. I am mostly succeeding. I feel rather better about the admin now. Just need to get the money in from parents! So often the case. I also have a bit of a bijou list. I’ve already dealt with laundry, the supermarket shop, and a 7 mile run (hilly, slow, not enough mud). I have the day off tomorrow – it was either that or go hatstand due to too many people. I seem to have filled much of tomorrow with people, which was a bit silly of me. Still. N’s giving me some elbow space until fairly late tonight, and I feel rather more in control of things. I don’t like having my head in the computer when he’s around. I get very focussed on what I’m doing, and he may as well not be there, and that’s just silly. I’ve gotten over it a bit, but for real concentration, I prefer to have a clear flat. Picky. That’s me.

  • Buy handkerchiefs for father’s day (I already have the card. It says All the other Dads are weird and it made me laugh) This has now been put back to Christmas. He’s getting a rather nice book on Sunday, which I must wrap, and then a rather nice bottle of champagne for his birthday.
  • Buy wool to make a Red Telephone Box hat for a small boy with cancer (his parents met in the UK. I did consider a corgi, a crown, a british bulldog, Big Ben, but I thought that the telephone box would be the most fun when you’re two years old and bald. Plus I can get the really soft yarn I used for Hazel’s hat. He’s too small for a TARDIS).
  • backup the hard drive
  • chase up the tiler
  • Risk assessment for normal Brownie meetings (because, if I need to fill in an accident form, they’ll ask if I’ve done one, I suspect this is overkill)
  • List all the leaders in the Div ready for Weds
  • Buy Mollie Makes
  • Brownies accounts, pay in cheques, post cheques
  • Make map keyrings for the Japanese GS Leaders, Begun
  • Finish reading ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’. Read something more cheerful nextTom Sawyer. Much happier.
  • Finish the sleeves of my purple cardigan Nearly there.
  • Get a new plate drying rack (the current one’s plastic is falling off, and it’s making an awful mess)
  • Get relevant cable, copy tapes for ShadowSystems
  • Collect the photos, the prescription, the parcel and buy a hole punch (at which point my 20-odd year old hole punch will miraculously resurface). It did.

I think that’s quite enough for one day. Even if I do think this blog needs some more pictures.