
The next couple of days are going to be busy as I am in work until noon, both days, I have a hair appointment tomorrow and Friday is the day I dread when everyone reminds me how old I am getting.


With not being in work this weekend (or next) we have decided we are going to go out picnicking, geocaching and photo snapping, two (three in this case) birds one stone and all that. Or should I say we are hoping to do that if we can drag the boys away from the Wii for long enough. Not sure where to go but the Buxton area and the Wirral are both strong contenders at the moment. At least it will stop me obsessing about time, years and my most hated day of the year which happens next week sometime. 






I have the day to myself today as I am not in work until 4pm and then I have the whole weekend to enjoy, bad weather and all. I think it could be a good opportunity for some extra revision and bedroom tidying - won't I be Little Miss Popular.
Yesterday was my first shift as a proper worker and not just a pretend one (trainee). It went well and my war wound didn't hold me back too much. Whilst defurring my legs at the weekend I sort of took a huge slice of skin off my ankle bone - nice. While in work yesterday I kicked the said ankle with my other foot (accidentally of course I don't normally go round kicking myself) and by the time I got home my sock had gotten itself stuck in the wound - even nicer. It took me over 10 minutes to remove my sock from my foot and then another 10 minutes to remove all the black fur from my ankle with some tweezers - lovely.