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squeefulfish) wrote2007-04-29 11:04 pm
squeefulfish) wrote2007-04-29 11:04 pm
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It's been a good weekend. My plans on letting the world go away until I've finished the year didn't quite work on Thursday with me getting more tipsy than I should get on a school night before toddling back to the hostel and getting less sleep than if I'd gone home.
There was a most wonderful half hour at work on Friday, or maybe it was Thursday. Someone had been given some "It's a girl!" helium filled balloons tied in a beautiful bouquet but obviously didn't appreciate them, leaving them behind. So off I went down to public post-natal to distribute balloons, grinning like a child the whole way. I like helium balloons, they always put me in a good mood. Got a few odd looks from some people, but I was enjoying myself too much to care. Later on realised that they may have been staring more at the leaky pen over my left boob, to match nicely the one over the right that had happened before.
Saturday morning was for being a domestic goddess of baking and laundry and gardening followed by missing my bus to Dublin because I was getting a lift to the station. Drivies, Sarah, drivies! And soon. Coffee and baked goodness in Haagen Dazs cafe with the lovely and beautiful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inannajones and I've now found somewhere with baked goodness that I don't need to be worried about getting barred from. After that some blowing off of half made plans to go to see Si. There is a part of me that's sad that his "Get over here now" ideas are now no longer about sex, but about dinner, booze and Wii. But mostly I'm amused. Many hours of playing and chatting about stuff and families and love lives and shoes and care of legs when you're on your feet all day and really, no thanks, but if I wanted him killed I'd have taken you up on that offer years ago later we parted company, so should see him in another 3 years or so. Hung round Santry for about an hour waiting for a bus home (Drivies, Sarah, drivies!) which gave me plenty of time to get in some textual conversation. Got home round midnight, vowing never to walk the streets of Drogheda in the dark again.
Today was family day and I can honestly say I've never enjoyed being round them more than I did today. No particular reason, just general happiness. And I note that the moon's getting rather full so I'd better make the most of this good mood while it lasts.
And still another day off tomorrow. I am liking this self-directed study day idea.
There was a most wonderful half hour at work on Friday, or maybe it was Thursday. Someone had been given some "It's a girl!" helium filled balloons tied in a beautiful bouquet but obviously didn't appreciate them, leaving them behind. So off I went down to public post-natal to distribute balloons, grinning like a child the whole way. I like helium balloons, they always put me in a good mood. Got a few odd looks from some people, but I was enjoying myself too much to care. Later on realised that they may have been staring more at the leaky pen over my left boob, to match nicely the one over the right that had happened before.
Saturday morning was for being a domestic goddess of baking and laundry and gardening followed by missing my bus to Dublin because I was getting a lift to the station. Drivies, Sarah, drivies! And soon. Coffee and baked goodness in Haagen Dazs cafe with the lovely and beautiful
inannajones and I've now found somewhere with baked goodness that I don't need to be worried about getting barred from. After that some blowing off of half made plans to go to see Si. There is a part of me that's sad that his "Get over here now" ideas are now no longer about sex, but about dinner, booze and Wii. But mostly I'm amused. Many hours of playing and chatting about stuff and families and love lives and shoes and care of legs when you're on your feet all day and really, no thanks, but if I wanted him killed I'd have taken you up on that offer years ago later we parted company, so should see him in another 3 years or so. Hung round Santry for about an hour waiting for a bus home (Drivies, Sarah, drivies!) which gave me plenty of time to get in some textual conversation. Got home round midnight, vowing never to walk the streets of Drogheda in the dark again.Today was family day and I can honestly say I've never enjoyed being round them more than I did today. No particular reason, just general happiness. And I note that the moon's getting rather full so I'd better make the most of this good mood while it lasts.
And still another day off tomorrow. I am liking this self-directed study day idea.