Well, to Ireland at least – for a nice peaceful Easter break. Not that that’s anything like what’s going to happen – it’s bound to be a steaming, pissed-up free-for-all, like these things always are. If I’m not back by the end of the month, send a wreath!
So far, so good in the new place – I’ve got the living room painted in a very harmonious (and totally bland!) magnolia colour, and rather patchy it is too! Damn, need to give it another coat – and it was a pain in the ‘aris’ moving everything out of the way first time round… Mind you, I’m tempted to customise the whole colour scheme; can you say “violent purple”??? Nah, I don’t think Adam would be too impressed!
People, lend me your ears – mine are on the way out (yuk, yuk!). Seriously, we need to talk about the FLATWARMING PARTY!!! I’ve set up a thread on the message board in the Socialisin’ thread for enquiries and general gossip about it – post yer questions there, particularly as I may not be on e-mail very much for a few days.
For those who are uninformed of my current whereabouts, it’s 28 Urquhart Court, 109 Park Road, Beckenham, BR3 1QL (click for a map). Or, more useful to Londoners, right across the road from New Beckenham station, on the Hayes line from Charing Cross/London Bridge. So now you know…
The Saab hasn’t been repaired yet – my Saab at least. John’s been and taken the old wreck to the garage, had a few tweaks done to it and got it through the MOT. That and the insurance make him a very happy, road-legal bunny. Just the clutch to sort out now. Mine is a different story, but hopefully it’ll be sorted by the end of the month. Watch this space, but not for too long – I’m sure you’ve better things to be doing…
Synthetix marches on relentlessly; my latest meeting saw me committed to about 2 months’ solid database development work. Oh well, suppose I had to do something to earn my crust… (bummer!) Still, it’s all money, and that Aston Martin will be mine yet. (Whisper it – the Saab might be listening, and I don’t want to hurt its feelings!)
Right – off to the homeland, where the buffalo don’t roam, and the weather seems to be chosen randomly on an hourly basis. Now a tan in Ireland in April would be an exploit in randomness, wouldn’t it?! If I get one, I’ll show it off to you – in the meantime, don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Don’t worry, that’s nowhere near as restrictive as it sounds…..(!)