I've been so slack about updating this blog lately. It's not that I haven't had anything to write - (au contraire, only this Sunday I had one of the best nights ever at a local Sydney pub, where I got to play along on my violin for a few songs. It was fantastic, and I made a mental note, through the alcoholic haze, to write a ravey blog entry, only I never did) - it's just that, I am SO EXCITED (did I mention this?) about my impending trip to the northern hemisphere that all available internet time is spent researching hotels and sightseeing possibilities. *
I'm going to England, but also to Krakow, Poland for four days, with my parents. It's going to be so good! I hope so, anyway, because I volunteered to organise the Poland trip, and I don't want to embarrass myself by organising a flop. I should be ok, though. Two years of booking travel for a cranky Sri Lankan boss should stand me in good stead.
And may I just say, the exchange rate from Aussie dollars to pounds is positively exquisite and I MUST get around to changing some money before it goes back. This is why I can't keep updating this blog regularly. I have bigger fish to fry, you know?
*Sorry about the grammar lapse. I realise that, ideally, sentences should be shorter than a Russian bread line.
Tuesday 21 April 2009
Thursday 9 April 2009
Easter!
It's finally Easter! And I have survived two days of intensive boredom - sorry, 'training' - at work. The sessions were for the sales people, but my misguided boss is under the impression that I am always keen to attend these things and expand my horizons, or some such thing. He's kind of sweet in his own way and so I hate to disillusion him. It's like telling children there's no Santa (except that there is, children). The two days consisted of me and another girl who was trapped there texting each other to coordinate strategically timed bouts of going AWOL, and giggling every time someone talked about 'penetration'. Yup, it was that fun.
On Wednesday night my evening was also imposed upon by work. Since the interstate team was all in Sydney for this thing, we had to have dinner together. It wasn't so bad really; I kind of enjoyed it. The best bit was when I discovered that one of the new girls on the team was a trained ballet dancer. I got as excited as my mother does when she finds out someone can play the violin. Actually I don't think she wanted to talk about it much, but after a day that was boring as buggery* I was damn well not going to let it go - I mean, it was the most interesting thing that I'd heard all day, though that would not be difficult, so I made her talk ballet for a few minutes. I probably shouldn't have, really. The question on the tip of my mind, if not my tongue, was "Don't you hate being a crappy sales person after having been trained as a ballet dancer?" but I didn't ask it because the answer quite probably is "yes", and I would have felt like a scumbag. I do genuinely want to know, though, because all our sales people seem to love what they do, and I can't imagine why. I must be missing something.
The other thing I did over the past few days while I was being assaulted by PowerPoint was daydream about going home to the ancestral seat and make shopping lists for when I got there. I still maintained that I was only in the daydreaming phase of planning the trip. Only, last night when I got home from ballet, the man opened up Singapore Airlines' website to show me the sale they're having, and after a couple of hours playing around with different dates...I've booked my fare back home!
I AM SO EXCITED. <-- Worth caps lock. Seriously. So, so excited. Some adults never experience that rush like when you're a child on Christmas Eve, but I'm lucky enough to know pure excitement. I'm bouncing off walls!
*Is buggery boring? Hell, I don't know, probably not,I'm just making this crap up as I go along.
On Wednesday night my evening was also imposed upon by work. Since the interstate team was all in Sydney for this thing, we had to have dinner together. It wasn't so bad really; I kind of enjoyed it. The best bit was when I discovered that one of the new girls on the team was a trained ballet dancer. I got as excited as my mother does when she finds out someone can play the violin. Actually I don't think she wanted to talk about it much, but after a day that was boring as buggery* I was damn well not going to let it go - I mean, it was the most interesting thing that I'd heard all day, though that would not be difficult, so I made her talk ballet for a few minutes. I probably shouldn't have, really. The question on the tip of my mind, if not my tongue, was "Don't you hate being a crappy sales person after having been trained as a ballet dancer?" but I didn't ask it because the answer quite probably is "yes", and I would have felt like a scumbag. I do genuinely want to know, though, because all our sales people seem to love what they do, and I can't imagine why. I must be missing something.
The other thing I did over the past few days while I was being assaulted by PowerPoint was daydream about going home to the ancestral seat and make shopping lists for when I got there. I still maintained that I was only in the daydreaming phase of planning the trip. Only, last night when I got home from ballet, the man opened up Singapore Airlines' website to show me the sale they're having, and after a couple of hours playing around with different dates...I've booked my fare back home!
I AM SO EXCITED. <-- Worth caps lock. Seriously. So, so excited. Some adults never experience that rush like when you're a child on Christmas Eve, but I'm lucky enough to know pure excitement. I'm bouncing off walls!
*Is buggery boring? Hell, I don't know, probably not,I'm just making this crap up as I go along.
Friday 3 April 2009
The Birthday Cake
Wednesday was The Man’s birthday. I always get a kick out of the fact that he was born on April Fool’s Day. I’m sure there are some excellent witticisms to be had out of that. So far they have eluded me. But one day I’ll come out with a real zinger, I can sense it.
The Man hates his birthday, as he says he hates being the centre of attention. Come to think of it, I actually met him on his birthday. Or maybe it was a couple of days after. It was his birthday dinner, anyway. He didn’t seem to mind too much then, but now I know him well I can imagine what was really going through his mind. Funny to think of a time when I didn’t know The Man from Adam.
So, The Man hates his birthday and having attention lavished on him, but I love his birthday, and lavishing attention on him. (See how compatible we are?). So I had been looking forward to it for days! I was busy on Tuesday and couldn’t make his cake then, so on Monday I did what I could, mixing the dry ingredients and beating together the butter and sugar. Then on Wednesday I rushed home from work – I literally ran part the way from the bus stop – added the eggs to the butter, mixed everything together, realised I didn’t have enough cherries but used what I had anyway, threw in a bit of extra milk to compensate for the lack of cherry pie filling, threw it all in the oven, got changed like a streak of lightning, then was all “Ahh, how relaxed I am. Shall we have a drop of champagne before we go out to the restaurant?” I had to do that because The Man hates it when I go overboard in the kitchen, and he’d tried to talk me out of making the cake on the grounds that I would make us all late. I was very proud of how quickly I made that cake, let me tell you.
After that, we (him, me and his nephew) went for dinner at a lovely Thai restaurant we like to frequent at one of the eastern beach suburbs. It was sweet the way he laid out all his presents on the table to open!
When we got back, I hastily threw together some icing, then assembled the cake. One of the cakes had broken on the way out of the pan, and believe me when I tell you the finished product looked something monstrous. But we all felt sick afterwards, so it was a success all in all.
The Man hates his birthday, as he says he hates being the centre of attention. Come to think of it, I actually met him on his birthday. Or maybe it was a couple of days after. It was his birthday dinner, anyway. He didn’t seem to mind too much then, but now I know him well I can imagine what was really going through his mind. Funny to think of a time when I didn’t know The Man from Adam.
So, The Man hates his birthday and having attention lavished on him, but I love his birthday, and lavishing attention on him. (See how compatible we are?). So I had been looking forward to it for days! I was busy on Tuesday and couldn’t make his cake then, so on Monday I did what I could, mixing the dry ingredients and beating together the butter and sugar. Then on Wednesday I rushed home from work – I literally ran part the way from the bus stop – added the eggs to the butter, mixed everything together, realised I didn’t have enough cherries but used what I had anyway, threw in a bit of extra milk to compensate for the lack of cherry pie filling, threw it all in the oven, got changed like a streak of lightning, then was all “Ahh, how relaxed I am. Shall we have a drop of champagne before we go out to the restaurant?” I had to do that because The Man hates it when I go overboard in the kitchen, and he’d tried to talk me out of making the cake on the grounds that I would make us all late. I was very proud of how quickly I made that cake, let me tell you.
After that, we (him, me and his nephew) went for dinner at a lovely Thai restaurant we like to frequent at one of the eastern beach suburbs. It was sweet the way he laid out all his presents on the table to open!
When we got back, I hastily threw together some icing, then assembled the cake. One of the cakes had broken on the way out of the pan, and believe me when I tell you the finished product looked something monstrous. But we all felt sick afterwards, so it was a success all in all.
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