The Whole Blog

Call it housekeeping or whatever, but everything I've blogged as the NWDQ is now all here in one blog. Clean and tidy like.

Cambridge blues

Am in love with Cambridge, or more precisely my colleagues in Cambridge. Have, for the first time, an understanding of how people create a social life through their work. Started off moaning about having to commute to Cambridge twice a week, but it's now become my favourite two days of the working week.

Now, how do I make it five days a week? Well, move there I suppose. Lucky He is applying for a job there then...

Reflex action

Reflexology was interesting... Apparently I have to wait and see what happens in the next few weeks, hormone wise.

On the plus side, I don't think I've spent so much time in the loo for years, and have lost 3 lb!

In search of the alternative

Have recently become somewhat addicted to holistic/alternative/complementary therapy stuff.

I started getting vaguely interested in it all a couple of years ago when hormone imbalance was first mentioned by my doctor, but it's only now that I have anywhere near the cash required to indulge my curiosity. In the meantime I have dabbled in vitamins, Bach flower remedies and other cheapo options in the field, but after my hot stone massage two weeks ago gave amazing results, I've booked in for reflexology tomorrow morning - at 8am! Better be good...

3 and a half years

Shockingly, it's now been over three and a half years since He and I got married. It's also been well over a year since I was blogging properly. So I thought I might give it a go again, on the quiet like, and see what happens...

Like a puppet on a string

While not being a religious person in any way, there are nonetheless times when I get the distinct sensation that someone or something is steering me like a puppet.

Take today: there I was, sitting at my desk, looking at my finances, thinking I really need to earn more money, when what I should spy on the front page of one of the professional journals we get in the office, but online tutoring opportunities for which I am qualified. THEN I get an email from the OU about a tutor vacancy in my subject area that’s just come up. If both of those come off, I’ll be earning an extra £3.5k a year.

Weird, huh?

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes*

Hello, my leetle bloggie chums! Oui oui, it has been a long time since I wrote in my blog, non?

(not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise not going to apologise)

Sorry!

(dammit!!!!!!!!)

Jellie sent me an email the other day saying she'd been reading all the old blogs on Dramaqueen 2, so then I went over there and read them, and now I'm all nostalgic. So I'm back. For today, anyway.

And I've decided not to try and bring you up to date on every little thing that's been happening, but instead to pretend that we're the sort of old friends, like Queen of the Irish and Mockley and me, who can just pick up where they left off, regardless of whether it's been minutes or months since they last spoke.

Life's a bit weird at the moment. My 'career' is going extremely well - I'm now in charge of a small number of people and I have a fancy title and a fancy salary, but sadly this does not make me fulfilled. Yes, yes, I know: she's got a perfect husband and a great job, what more does the girl want?! Well, I don't know. If I did know life would be a lot easier, believe me.

I'm just a bit... restless.

Does anyone want to lend me £30k so we can pay off our debts and go travelling? Anyone? Anyone? No? Honestly, what sort of readers are you!



*No relevance to the content of this post, it's just stuck in my head today.