I walked into our office locker room today to see two ladies rushing to get ready – one was trying to finish zipping up a red and green dress, and the other was straightening up her striped red and green stockings. Funny shoes and hats completed the picture. I just waved and walked by. Yes,…
These days, when Hawkeye and I have to walk home from the train station (about twenty or twenty five minutes at the pace of a mommy, I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired four year old) or when I need to distract him from the deplorable absence of biscuits on the bus, I pass the time by having him look for…
This photo pretty much sums up how I felt about my day by the time it was 3pm. I wanted to delete it and start over, or just go home and crawl under the duvet. What was I doing at 3pm, you’re wondering? Well… clearly I figured that my keyboard was in need of an…
“Do you want a regular band aid or one of the finger strips?” I ask my boss, holding out a selection of plasters* and a small tube of antiseptic ointment. “Oh my god, you have like a whole first aid kit in your handbag!” my boss exclaims, clutching a tissue to a bleeding paper cut…
I finished up work today for the year. A mad rush of last minute things and bills and trying to clear my desk (not very successfully) so that I can come back in January to a cleaner start. Tomorrow we head west to spend the holidays with family. Hawkeye has been learning how to count…
We have an elf in our office. No, it’s not Dobby, esq, Elf Attorney-at-Law. It’s not the fae or one of the fair folk or sídhe (though I hear they’re fab at exploiting contractual loopholes!). It is, of all things, our very own in-house elf-on-the-shelf. When our department relocated one floor up over the weekend and I…
Today was the much anticipated Santa visit. Or, I should say, the first Santa visit, since Hawkeye is getting to see Santa again in creche later this month (he comes down the chimney into the Director’s office, apparently). Now, our office does not have a chimney, so I suspect Santa may have had to sneak…
When I stepped into the first floor landing of our office at the start of lunch today a delicious, delicate, fresh scent was floating up from below. The scent of fresh pine. The smell of winter. I followed my nose down the stairs and into the lobby. Yup. Sure enough there was a brand new…
It’s a strange sort of purgatory-like existence being home sick when you’re still not quite well enough to return to work, but no longer sick enough to spend days in bed, slipping in and out of naps, marking the passage of time by medication schedules. I was meant to be back in work today, now…
It is clear that my intended thoughts which I began writing yesterday are not yet ready to be written down and out. It’s like… having various pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and you know what the end image should look like, but you can’t get the pieces to fit together correctly. I guess I will need…
Today’s posht is brougght to you by whishkey. Specifically, whiskey cocktails. We had a Friday night work thingy. A shindig. Hootenanny? … Wait. Where do the words shindig and hootenanny even come from? I mean, do shins get dug, and hoots nannied? Or does the nanny hoot? I mean, those are some pretty weird words…
The Feathered Rose 