Monthly Archives: September 2008

3BT – 29th September

1. A perfect spider web glistening with dew and sparkling in the sunshine.

2. Buying some emergency autumn purchases for my wardrobe and being very kindly offered 40% off on a “friends and family” discount by the lady in the shop.

3. Making jelly with my goddaughter and being told very particularly “you have to break it into squares or it won’t work”, that’s me told then!!


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And introducing…

I’ve been mulling this idea over for a few weeks and it’s a bastardisation of the lovely Clare Grant’s 3BT– for which I apologise but I am afraid I live in London and I’m cynical so I would like to introduce the 3 Really ANnoying Things or 3RANT. I will try my hardest to make 3BT more regular than 3RANT but there are times I just need to vent. I will attempt to stick at three but this has been brewing for a while…

1. I have revisited the joys of peak time public transport this week. Now on the whole public transport is a jolly excellent idea and I enjoy being able to go around London on my Oyster card (even though London public transport is the most expensive). But try to get anywhere in peak hours on time without leaving hours in advance…pah! Actually it’s the buses I have issue with at the moment rather than the tube.

But then you get on to the tube and you die in the heat (even in September). So hurrah they’ve announced air con. But will it be available on the tube lines that actually need it? Oh no, it’s those poxy not really underground lines which spend so much time overground you get a breeze anyway. In an age where scientific advances are so amazing you would think that keeping cool on proper underground lines was not beyond the wit of an intelligent man (an intelligent man you note not the numpties in charge of TfL).

2. Deliveries. Argh the postman! He regularly delivers stuff for other people to our house. But perhaps worse, he delivers our stuff to other people’s houses. Luckily there is a sort of neighbourhood network of sorting this out which means that (by and large) The Beloved’s DVDs do eventually arrive. The problem is you are disiinclined to complain because who knows what he’ll do to the mail if you’ve moaned.

But all of this pales into insignificance compared to my joyful DHL experience today. So I arrive home to a parcel which has been left (and I quote) “behind bin – front door”. Look behind bin (all excited) and no parcel. Now we may have a thieving element in my neighbourhood (this is London remember) or we may have an unscrupulous delivery bod but either which way the ****ing parcel is not there. So I phone DHL. The phone system is beyond the comprehension of the most telephonically savvy human being (especially when your “code” doesn’t work). By the time I got through to a human being the human beings I needed to speak to had gone home. Argh!

3. Rude questions. So there is a question which many people might (and obviously do) feel completely justified in asking me. “Do you have children?” Now there are certain people I don’t mind me asking that question: medical professionals and (surprisingly although illegal) employers. But it’s amazing how many random people feel this is an appropriate avenue of questioning. I wonder how they would react if I actually fronted up and told them why I don’t have children.

4. Which in a way brings me on to the next subject (and I know I’m over three but this is my first one and – as I mentioned – I have been brooding…). So a couple of months ago I was told (with absolutely no explanation) that I needed to change my Pill. Now at this point you need to bear in mind that I started to take the Pill way before I became sexually active because of vile hormone issues. So I started taking Micronor. Six weeks of hell ensued. No period, huge weight gain (about 8 kgs- which is over a stone – okay so I’m not a gym bunny but that was the only thing that changed in my life), breasts of extraordinary soreness and a general mood of bleurgh. Went back to my GP, eventually got an explanation that I shouldn’t really take the normal Pill because of a risk of breast cancer – fair enough – but she didn’t know what to do so off to the Family Planning Clinic. Met a lovely dr who said I probably could go back to the proper Pill if my moods were hideously murderous but first we have to go through the ‘trying other options’. So I’m now on Cerazette. So two weeks in…a permanent period, even more weight gain (about 2 kg but on top of the rest…well it’s a lot) and still the shitty mood. Fuck knows what will happen next. I am not happy. 

5. Being last. Ah yes, being last. Behind the job, behind the random friend commitments. Scant interest in issue 4. Oh it’s going so well. Shouldn’t really be a RANT as far too depressing and largely my own fault (I should be braver).

6. Okay double the number probably not acceptable but can you imagine how hard it is to support Southampton at the moment?

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3BT – 26th September

1. Hearing a piece of music I like and finding out the name. I must find it it on iTunes. Will go well with the Abba, Metallica and the Ting Tings – nothing if not eclectic me!

2. Being back in gainful employment and buying my lunch especially a Tuna and Salmon Junior from Itsu. For many years (given my gluten problem) I had crappy sushi from Pret and other such places and hated it. All cold rice and tasteless fishy bits and then I discovered Itsu and fell in love.

3. Winning stuff, free things and bonuses. I have never really won things but recently had a little spate of winning a raffle, getting a prize on the premium bonds and winning some vouchers. Also I do some consumer surveys and recently won enough points to get some vouchers (although top tip do not do Ciao surveys – they’re a con) which is hurrah. And the bonus? A tax rebate! I know it’s money I’ve paid but so nice to get it back. Hurrah!

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A week!

This is the first of several posts this evening (provide I don’t get distracted) because ideas have been simmering…

So my first week at new job and – on the whole – it’s been good. Monday was a bit of a shocker as the ‘induction’, ‘introduction’ or whatever you want to call it was fairly shocking. Dumped at a desk full of half eaten food and someone else’s stuff – were they on holiday, was I camping (eventually an email to HR – obviously no face to face contact as they still haven’t taken any of those necessary details like my bank account, P45 or ‘in case of emergency’ – established the previous incumbent had left the building and was obviously just v messy). Anyway, from there it has improved. I’m working for a favourite High Street name (and genuinely a favourite not a pariah like Pizza Express, Starbucks or Tesco – good for house prices bleurgh for community) and it’s all very interesting. Plus I’m using a Mac again – ’tis joyful.

Added to my days being full, suddenly I had a flurry of social activity. On Monday we went to watch (and providing audience laughter for) a new BBC3 comedy called “Clone” which was fairly amusing. Can’t say it’s appointment television but I might just watch to hear myself not laughing that much!

Wednesday I went out with my jolly good friend to catch up on her builder and NHS woes and last night found me at the Royal Albert Hall enjoying extraordinarily cheap seats (£5) for the Classic FM concert with my Mum – phew!

On the whole it’s been a good week but I have lacked some sleep and my poor little feet are just not used to wearing shoes so I’ve just had to give them a good scrub, soak and moisturise. Hopefully they’ll forgive me tomorrow,

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3BT – 21st September

1. The complete usefulness of tinterweb for keeping in touch with people and rediscovering old friends.

2. A clean, fluffy, freshly-made bed makes Sundays special. It’s a lovely start to the week to slip in the covers.

3. An organised handbag to start my new job. It’s like packing your satchel for school (I liked school so no bad associations there).

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Dadi Janki

Last night I went to a talk by Dadi Janki organised by Inner Space and came the closest I have ever been to an angel. She says this is what she is studying to be and I can only believe that she will be one.

At 93 she shows few signs of her age and the moment she took to the stage, the room was filled with a spiritual energy that I cannot describe. In fact I am finding it hard to put the experience into words (which is not useful if you want to blog about something). She stood at the front of the room for about 5 minutes and just looked around, seeming to engage every person there and there were no embarrassed silences, no wishing “come on then, I’ve come to hear you speak”. She just infused the room with her energy.

I don’t know if I have had a spiritual awakening as such but for the first time as a conscious adult (as opposed to a child receiving the accepted wisdom of the Church), I felt a real sense of wanting to be like someone who can only be described as a spiritual leader. In all honesty I do not feel I can give everything up to become a real student (so perhaps only a partial spiritual awakening), but I am determined to try to apply her principles wherever I can within the confines of practicality.

I left the meeting feeling lighter than air with a real buzz inside my head, but not a frantic buzz. Just something very gentle and beautiful. This is quite odd and scary.

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8 minutes to…

Gosh I am blogtatsic today…

So I’m watching “8 Minutes to Disaster” and I’m sure Mr Fabulous Blogger Tom will have plenty to say about it, ie editing sanitises the completely crazy bits… but God these people are admirable. Given my age (young in ambulance terms) I have been a relatively heavy user of the ambulance service I suppose.

1. I was in a car crash at 19. The police called the ambulance and I refused to go until my mum turned up. I probably should have gone as I had broken this, that and the other but I just wanted my mum in the hope she’d make it all better…

2. My shame. I overdosed at uni. Stupid. Sorry. Shouldn’t have done it.

3. My interesting collapse in April. Still no idea why. Diagnosis of post viral collapse seems to please medical professionals. If it wasn’t for the entirely thorough clean bill of health I would be worried.

I have also travelled in two ambulances.

1. The first was again at uni when a girl in my halls had a hypo and absolutely none of us knew what to do. First aid needs to be taught in all schools as a madantory part of the curriculum. We still would have had to have called an ambulance though.

2. The Beloved’s somewhat extended brush with pneumonia. On that night the ambulance service I have to say let us down. Obviously not deliberately but he was maybe being too brave or he really did deteriorate within the 20 minutes of them persuading us the walk in centre was the best option and him “going septic” (I’ve since found out this has something to do with oxygen levels).

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