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Shhh!

Marching Band apparently taken up residence in my head?  Check.

Hot and cold sweats?  Check.

Me laying on the sofa, moaning slightly with both self inflicted pain and flashbacks from last night?  Check.

Blister on one foot following the inevitable 3 mile drunken walk home as a taxi can’t be summoned for love nor money?  Check.

Then it must be New Years Day and I have the traditional New Years Day hangover from hell!  It was worth it though.

I hope you all had a good one whatever you got up to.

Happy New Year everyone! 

Christmas Conundrum

How many adults does it take to put together a toy for an 18 month old?

More than 4 apparently!  The addition of an 8 year old doesn’t appear to help either.

In true Christmas tradition style, there was a toy that baffled the grown ups and refused to be put together.  This year it was my fault.  I had bought Little Person (Mini Adult’s sister) a drum kit!  Now, in my defense, Mini Adult’s parents had bought her an electric guitar and amp, so as far as I was concerned fair’s fair.  Plus it was only a small one.  However, it beat us all and the four grown ups just couldn’t put it together.  This didn’t seem to bother Little Person though, when I left she was making good use of it!

She may only be 18 months but she’s already able to beat out a rhythm.  We’re obviously heading for a family band.  Mini Adult has always been a bit of a rock chick and seeing her with her guitar (she can already play) just proved where her future lies!

After doing the family thing for a few hours, I headed over to Best Friend’s house where I had been invited to spend the day.  As her parents were also there, I was on my best behaviour and managed to get through a whole day without making an idiot of myself or saying something I really shouldn’t.  Something of a record!!  It was a fantastic day.

I was also lucky that I didn’t get the traditional dodgy Christmas jumper.  I did get a Fondue set though.  I got some lovely presents and am now surrounded by chocolate and books.

Oh, and a Tiffany’s necklace.

Yep.  Go back and read that line again…

Best Friend gave me a Tiffany’s necklace (Sorry, I know I’m showing off.  I can’t help it.  It’s a necklace from Tiffany’s!!)

I knew she’d got something big planned but I’d never thought it would be something like this.  It was one of those once in a lifetime, heart stopping, shit I’ve forgotten how to breathe moments.  There were tears, there was girly squealing (all very odd, I can’t remember the last time I did a girly squeal!), there were hugs and lots of “I love you”‘s.  Best Friend’s Bloke and her Dad sat there looking very confused with a clear look of “It’s just a necklace” on their faces.

Anyway, a couple of pictures.  Sorry about the quality, they’re taken with the phone on my camera and for the life of me, I can’t get them to rotate!

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So.  This is the necklace.  It’s 3 rounded silver cubes, each connected with a link.  It’s very simple but so beautiful.

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This is all the stuff it came in, the bag, the box and a little suede pouch to keep it safe.  I didn’t even know it came in a little suede pouch!

Even now, a few days later, I randomly let out a little squeal.  But I think it’s allowed with something like this! 

I hope you’re all having a good time this Christmas and if I don’t speak to you before then here’s to 2008.  Have a good one!

Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas everyone!

I’m posting this now as I’m likely to be off line for the next couple of days. 

I’m spending Christmas Day with Best Friend and her family, after visiting my aunt and cousins for a couple of hours in the morning.  I’ll be meeting Best Friend’s parents, which I’m a little nervous about as I don’t have a good track record with friend’s parents.  But it will be a lovely day and I’m looking forward to it, even with the threat of karoke!!

Boxing Day will be spent with my aunt and another of my cousins.  I’ll be on-call for work, so it will be a quieter day than Christmas Day, but still lovely.

I hope you all have a brilliant time and get to spend it with the people you love.

Love to you all,

Alcoment xx

Something strange is happening!

I appear to have been infected with the Christmas spirit (no, not the vodka kind!).  Normally, I’m quite cynical about the whole thing and end up getting stressed and grumpy, trying to get everything done in time.

Today though, it was all quite odd.  Though I have been known to get a little sentimental when I’ve heard a brass band playing carols, that isn’t my normal reaction.  Today, I found myself singing along to the Christmas songs playing in the shops, enjoying – yep, that’s right – enjoying doing my present shopping and wishing random strangers a Merry Christmas, rather than fighting them for the last Terry’s Chocolate Orange on the shelf!

I’ve also spent some time this evening wrapping some presents, feeling all Christmassy with candles lit and a glass of brandy!

What concerns me more though is that I willingly caught two buses today (I’m normally very much a taxi girl) and happily chatted to some random kid at the bus stop!  As most of you know, my usual reaction to children (apart from very specific ones) is to feel the fear and run away screaming!

So, am I ill?  Do I need to go the doctor?  Or am I just getting soft in my old age?  Answers on a postcard (or email) please!

Oh, and I also wanted to publicly apologise to Stealth for my Facebook flirtations. Those of you who read her comments to my last post will know that she hasn’t taken it well.  As my punishment, I have accepted a Meme tag but I will apologise anyway.  Stealth, it didn’t mean anything, I just got carried away in the moment, it was the drink, Facebook made me…

Infidelity and tights.

Apologies for the absence everyone, sometimes life just gets in the way.  I also have to confess that I have been rather unfaithful.  I’ve ended up on Facebook (Thanks Student Nutty Nurse!) and seem to be temporarily addicted to wasting time taking stupid quizzes!  I shall try my best to be a better blogger!

Last week was the beginning of the Christmas party merry-go-round, with both work parties (the client meal and the staff party) happening within a couple of days of each other.  True to form, I was not able to be in public without making an idiot of myself at least once.

The client meal was going well, people were eating and chatting, everyone was happy.  Little did I know that I was about to provide the entertainment!

I’d had quite a bad cold and, though I was better, had been left with blocked ears.  The sensation was driving me mad and I decided to try unblocking them again.  You know the one, hold your nose and blow as hard as you can.

I sat there, blowing, when all of a sudden something unblocked.  But not my ears.  Yep, I had just sat there and done an incredibly loud fart!  My natural response was to collapse in hysterical laughter, surrounded by my clients and colleagues just looking on with bemusement.

The staff Christmas meal was fun and it was my skirt’s first outing – it seemed to go down well.  I’d forgotten what a problem tights could be though.

As I haven’t worn a skirt in years, obviously I haven’t worn tights either.  Getting them on in the first place was interesting and only achieved with a considerable amount of swearing and threatening them with the bin.  Having got them on, I was reluctant to repeat the experience and decided to only go to the loo when it became a desperate situation.

I managed a few hours, but obviously nature (and a considerable amount of alcohol) eventually called.  By this time, we had done the restaurant and the pub and were all back at the bosses house.

Having dealt with the matter in hand, it was time to do battle again with the tights.  They had been difficult in the first place but add in a few vodka and cokes and then it becomes more like Mission Impossible. 

All was going relatively well until, on the final tug, I lost my balance and slowly toppled sideways.  Ending up sitting on their bathroom floor, again laughing hysterically, I could only be glad that no one had been around to witness it.  I think it’s back to stockings for me!

And relax!

Ok.  The audit is over.  The preliminary report isn’t too bad and there shouldn’t be any surprises in the final report, so it looks like that side of things should be fine.  Everything else also seems to be calming down so it’s time for me to relax.

I’m still knackered so I’m just popping in tonight to say Hi, but will be back properly in the next couple of days.

Oh, what I did want to tell you about was a conversation I overheard this morning in Starbucks. 

The two barristers (is that what they’re called? I’m sure it’s something like that) were talking about the local Christmas display in the shopping centre, complete with Santa’s grotto.  One was making the point that taking your kid to visit Father Christmas is quite an odd concept really.  Her point was that we spend all year telling our kids not to talk to strangers, yet at Christmas we actively encourage them to go and sit on some strange blokes knee.

I’ve never really thought about it before.  On the one hand we have what should be a fun, innocent Christmas tradition, on the other there’s the knowledge of what people can unfortunately be capable of.

I don’t know.  Maybe it’s because I work in mental health and one of the side effects so to speak, is that you can end up seeing the possibility for abuse everywhere but I could kind of see her point.

Still.  I wouldn’t miss seeing the amazement in my niece’s eyes when she was younger and saw the Main Man, for anything.

Duck!

It’s the only thing to do when the shit hits the fan!

Finding the time to blog recently has been a bit of a push and I wanted to let you all know I’m unlikely to be around until next week.  I’ll still be able to check emails and read all of your blogs (thanks google reader!), but commenting and posting my own will be difficult.

It’s bad timing when both your work and personal lives decide to go a bit screwy at the same time.

A combination of clients either in court (naughty boys) or having major surgery (in London!), a colleague resigning with immediate effect and a three day visit from the auditors next week means that I have been (and will be) working all day, in the evenings and at the weekend.  Can anyone explain the concept of free time to me?  I appear to have forgotten what that’s like!

Add to that two friends in crisis, a demanding family, long standing commitments and the occasional need to sleep (I know, very selfish, but there you go!) means that I seem to find myself just moving from one situation to another wishing for a remote control to pause time so I can at least have a cigarette in peace.

What do you reckon the chances are of me finding a scientist on a Tuesday night who would be willing to clone me NOW?!

Oh, and when I get back can someone please remind me to tell you about my day spent in a hospital with staff who appeared to think they were in a Carry On film!

Wish me luck and I’ll see you all as soon as I can!