Sleepy. Also, I probably shouldn't be on my laptop. My eyes are burning nastily in my skull from spending eight and a half hours or staring at a screen. Logging has officially lost any charm it may have once possessed. That said, I got to spend all day picking over footage from keyhole surgery (a prostatectomy, to be precise) that was actually rather interesting and not very gory. It was genuinely amazing to see how little blood was involved in the whole thing and how delicate it was. Good stuff, but it does get a little tiring after the first four hours. Then you realise one of the alarms in the operating room sounds like the warning alarm on the original Star Trek. Awesome.
More excitingly, though, I got my fridge today! Yay! I have just turned and am massively over-excited by the prospect of milk and orange juice. Living off non-fridge goods has been surprisingly challenging and has probably not very good for me, though instant, Chinese, imported noodles will always have a place in my cupboard. To celebrate, I went to the Co-op to buy some perishables and spring rolls, but they had run out of the latter, to my dismay. This detour meant that as I left the Co-op, I was greeted by a crack of lightening as the heavens opened. The problem with Highgate – it's high up and thus on a hill. This is normally okay, but in the rain it means that getting home is genuinely like wading uphill through a stream. I had an umbrella, but was nonetheless soaked by horizontal precipitation in about three minutes (I realised that my white linen skirt was something of an error at this point). Still, I shared my ineffectual brolly with a poor, bedraggled lady huddled under a tree (who had just come back from Majorca – hah!) a little further than my flat and returned to jump in the shower having only taken my sandals off to remove the worst of the mud. Fun times.
But anyway, I also have a shiny new dining table and sideboard – I shall have to buy some whiskey and decanters to put in it for high-brow visitors. But yes, the flat is starting to shape up nicely, and once I get a few things from Nottingham at the weekend I shall feel quite at home. Huzzah.
I had a job interview yesterday, which I've not heard back about. She asked me to tell me anything about myself, so I told her that I did German Medieval long-sword fencing. It made an impression, but we'll see whether it's the right sort of one. Still, I have another interview tomorrow for an (unpaid, alas) internship of sorts at another media company, which sounds really interesting. I shall let you know how that goes. In other news, signing on for Jobseeker's allowance is a hassle. I particularly enjoyed trying to explain the difference between loans and bursaries to the woman on the phone. Honestly.
Has anybody been to the beach in Nottingham yet? I saw in the Metro that there's a pool and a few tons of sand in Market Square. Do tell me about it of you have – is it filthy yet? I don't think I'll have time to have a nosey at the weekend. I'm back on Saturday for a house-mate's 21st BBQ (probably in the rain, knowing Tom's British ways), then packing up and shipping out of Derby Road for good. I know I've already left, but I'll be sad to know that it's no longer a housing option. At least the journey won't be too Red Bull-fuelled, as the tallest, gayest Peter will be accompanying me both ways and doubtless be keeping me awake on the road. How inconsiderate. Only kidding, it'll be nice to have the company for a change. I look forward to seeing those who are attending.
And on that note, I'm going to put stuff in the fridge. Home-making tendencies ahoy!
*Flounces off, dispersing scatter-cushions and giggling.*
I have not been to the beach, but did see it whilst it was under construction.
ReplyDeleteYay for whisky. I will come and be a highbrow visitor!
Also, I feel your lack of squeamishness is largely because said surgeon has stopped attacking breasts and started chopping at sensitive male parts.
I went to beach this morning had a little sit on the deck chairs and was impressed by the lack of dirt and amused by the person stealing sand.
ReplyDeleteHurrah for fridges, I remember when I was fridgeless in hall the window sill was a good substitute. (in winter)
Tom: that is entirely untrue. Some of the male stuff was pretty grim. But that was keyhole surgery, whereas the breast stuff was basically 'slice it in half and then stitch it back up messily'.
ReplyDeleteRose: no, I tried the windowsill the other week. it was an error of rancid proportions.
I am impressed by the alleged lack of dirt on the beach also. I wonder what they did with all the sand afterward?