Time

Just a quick one because I have none.

It was my last day of work today until January and I was rushing around after fuckwits who had left it to the last minute to ask me an urgent question. Grr.

I'm flying to Edinburgh at 7 am (eek!) tomorrow and I have a busy weekend planned. Then I have job interviews on Monday and Tuesday mornings. I'm more interested in the one on Tuesday but apparently for the one on Monday, money is no object. Interesting. I'll have £60k a year then please.

Then off to home Inverness on Wednesday or Thursday to help mum get things sorted for Christmas.

Not sure if I'll be able to get on t'internet before I get home to 'sneck.

Take care lovelies!

If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake

Tonight, I have been mostly eating... mince pies.

Baked by my own fair hand no less. Would anyone like one? It's a bit of a tradition of mine to make a few mince pies at this time of year. I love them, but I loathe the ones you buy in the shops, the pastry is too sweet you see. Many people who have tasted my mince pies over the years have complimented me on them. Some have even gone so far as to ask how I get the pastry so perfect. I just smile sweetly and tell them the secret is to have cold hands when you make it. I'd like to convince you all that I'm a domestic goddess but it's all a ruse. God bless Jus-Rol frozen shortcrust pastry.

I have no morals.

And I must stop eating the bloody things or there will be none left for my work Christmas snack party tomorrow lunchtime.

Let's get the rock out of here

Last night I went to see a friend's band at The Golden Cross in Coventry. The support was provided by 3 bands and one of them were very entertaining. They are called Sweet Seduction and they can only be described as "hair metal". At first I thought they were taking the piss a la Spinal Tap, but the intensity of the singer led me to believe that they take themselves all to seriously. That made me chuckle even more. Lots of whipping about of hair and face melting guitar solos. Fabulous.

In other news, I was very well behaved and only drank four pints of beer. I was quite impressed with myself because usually when I try to do that I fail spectacularly and drag myself into work about 10ish. I still had a headache first thing though which was shite.

Sad But True

News update: Me and Amusing-But-Not-Very-Clever boyfriend are splitting up. We came to a mutual agreement that things had gone too far to really change for the better. It happened a couple of weeks ago but I haven't had the inclination to write about it until now. I feel fine about it. I'm sad because it's over and we've been friends for so long, but I don't feel like I've lost the love of my life or anything that dramatic. Things have been much the same as they were before we made the decision. We still go out to the pub and have tea together and sit and watch telly. In fact, the only difference is, we don't sleep in the same bed anymore. It's a little bit weird, but it makes me realise just how much like friends we'd become. Most people I know can't understand how we can go on living in the same house and doing things together. I must admit, I'm surprised it's been as easy as this. I suspect it'll be awful when I finally move out though.

I've made the decision to definitely move to Edinburgh and I've started looking for a job. I have one interview on the 19th so far. I'm feeling quite excited about finding a place of my own where I can do what I please. I've managed to persuade the ex that I can take one of the cats with me although it took a bit of negotiation. It means that I can only get a place on the ground floor with access to a garden. It's more important for me to get a flat with those things so I can have the cat than to have an extra bedroom where people can stay over. Mental, I know, but I can't bear to leave her behind.

In other news, for the past nine months we have been waiting for news at work about who will be buying the part of the business I work for. They announced it a few weeks ago and four of us will be transferring to the new company in January. Our jobs there are not likely to be secure so I really have no problems about leaving to move to Edinburgh. It's nice in a way because it means I can be completely open with my boss and colleagues about what is happening. I have always hated that sneaking around, going for interviews and then resigning with no warning. The only problem is, because I know I'm going in the next two or three months, I've already lost what little motivation I had.

Still, I finish early for Christmas on the 15th so only a couple of weeks to go. I've decided to go to Edinburgh on the 16th so I can spend a bit of time at my sister's and maybe look at a few flats while I'm there. I particularly want to have a look around Portobello. It's an area of Edinburgh on the coast, full of lovely pubs and restaurants and shops. It even has a beach! I'd like to live there if I can find somewhere suitable.