Crazy, crazy life
So today, or rather yesterday because for reasons that will become clear I couldn't get round to blipping on the day, it's H-2.
I woke as usual around 6 and then did an hour's work while listening to 'Today', in bed.
My back, still suffering from Tuesday, was in agony. Stress level 2.
At 8 Tom came and we discussed the last bit of work on the house and he gave me a lift to the office. We talked Doric as his daughter is about to become a mature student at Aberdeen Uni, secondary teaching.
8.45 work and straight into a 1-1 and review meeting with D, followed by a coffee (nae milk ) and a pre meeting, by phone, with S and I in London and D, S C and me here. We had Scottish, English, Irish, Welsh and Australian round these phones.
Then the main feature at 11.15, conference call with the above and N in Glasgow. The purpose, to answer her many questions about our Lottery application. 10 minutes into the 90 minutes the BT network went down and we ended up doing a 2 way, no London, with my BlackBerry on speaker phone. Stress level-4.
After briefing S in London, talking and not letting him answer, up the hill for a working lunch with S and C in the spanking new offices. Bonny! Stress level 6 reducing to 1. My back is much improved. Walking is no longer agony.
2.45 back to the office to answer more questions sent to S by N. She needs the answers by Monday. He's supposed to be off tomorrow. Stress level 5. Discover the meeting at 3 with F and a volunteer is tomorrow. I can't go. Brief F verbally while emailing, someone.
Phone H about the lack of confirmation of the London meeting on 29th. 4 folk are going from here. Only one of the team is NOT on holiday next week and the 2 going not back till 22th. Email D. Many emails from and to S with more questions and answers. Stress level 6.
4.30 leave. I have a 'can't be missed appointment' at 5 with J, the man who makes me beautiful. Get on the bus and discover no personal phone. At this point I should have phoned the office but no, I turn out my bag. I've never had it out today, must be at home.
Change buses, and in between go over the road to the bank with a cheque. The sun has come out. It feels like spring. Getting on the second bus, D phones and we talk travel arrangements as I'm lurched up the road. Stress level 7.
I'm still talking as I go into the salon. This is mad. Coffee and 'Heat' magazine. Reading about people I've never heard of in shows I've never seen is very therapeutic. He has good music on today too.
6.15 still emailing S with answers to questions I've already sent him the answers to. Keep calm.
7.45, buses home and email from M with notes. Beautiful evening. The Pentlands look very blippable but I'm downstairs, and on the wrong side for a quick shot. Instead, Arthur's Seat, from the park. My BB cover obscures the top right corner. Email M about staffing and the Lottery.
Home, no phone. Stress level 11. Jump in the car, down to the office, phone plugged in to the wall by desk. I have no recollection of this. Sress level 1.
8.45, home. Make evening meal with G and T and phone #3 son who has good marks for his final course work and had booked the graduation meal. He sounds happy. Well done my wonderful son.
Eat, drink and watch rubbish tv about suburban gardens. Should really be 'gardens in Surbiton '. The usual SE English conflation of 'England' with 'Britain' or 'the UK'. Grrr!
9.45 #2 son watching football through the house. Back to work for me. E mails to and from M, amend targets, set some dates, write up notes. 2nd G and T and I've finished the pistachios, no chocolate. Stress level, who cares. Newsnight article on France banning out of work time emails. Good idea. I'm still emailing. As is D at 11.53. She isn't happy with the arrangements for the 29th. Another conversation to be fitted in tomorrow. Set up my 'out of office' message. Goes live tomorrow at 4.
11.59, haven't emailed my blip from my BB to my phone. It will have to wait. Tomorrow, today, is another day.
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