First Friday letters of the year!

Yes, I am aware that I’ve already blogged today, but there’s no way I was going to let that stop me from posting my very first Friday letters of the year!

New Orleans: Brass letter slot in old door, Al...
New Orleans: Brass letter slot in old door, Algiers Point neighborhood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dear T. Thank you for your hospitality and for showing us round Luxembourg. We had a fabulous time. Can’t wait to see you again this year – wherever it may be!

Dear 2013. Finally, you’ve arrived! For an entire year, I get to end every single date with my favourite number (13 in case you hadn’t figured it out).

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13 (Photo credit: zigazou76)

Surely this means 2013 has to be my year? I am hoping for good things from you, understood?

Dear Eddie Izzard. I am coming to see you in Berlin in April and I can’t wait! I received the e-mail today telling me my payment has gone in and the tickets are on their way. What excellent news for my final day of my Christmas holiday! (I’m back at work on Monday.)

Dear Cacharel. I looked in 4 different shops today for my perfume (one of which I know for a fact used to stock it) and failed to find a bottle. Your website no longer lists it under fragrances either. I am so not impressed!! Bring it back, please.

Dear L. Can’t wait to see you later! Has it really been almost 11 months since I visited you in Delft that time?!

Dear self. Tea is not going to cook itself, so get off the computer and get on with it, otherwise you won’t be ready when it’s time to go out and meet L!

For more Friday’s letters check out http://www.thesweetseasonblog.com/2013/01/fridays-letters.html and I’ll be back with another load next Friday. Have a great weekend everyone!

Extracts from my life

Alternative title: Can’t be bothered to write a proper post so here’s a list of whatever randomness comes into my head. With bullet points.

  • Yesterday was the boyfriend’s birthday. I can’t believe I forgot to mention that! He is now 29 (nearly 30! Next year I am sooo going to take the mick!). I didn’t get to celebrate with him though – his “company”, for want of a better word (a research centre is not exactly a company really) is involved in some trade fair in Hannover and because the project he’s working on is being presented he’s gone up there to help set up. Then he’s going to his parents for a few days so I’m all alone until Thursday. He’s been away so much lately I’m starting to feel think we might as well still be in a long distance relationship!
  • I feel a little better today. At least my sore throat has gone. Instead I just have a head that feels like it’s stuffed with wet cotton wool (you know, like too heavy and too light at the same time). And a blocked nose. But at least the sore throat has gone…
  • I made a mistake a work this morning – I forgot to send our translation memory file to a translator (don’t worry, I don’t expect you to know what that is). The mistake is fairly minor but if it hadn’t been discovered in time (which it was) and sorted out it would have meant more work for the bosses wife when the translation comes back, so obviously she was not impressed. Later my colleague and I had some training on making offers for some of the more complicated jobs we get. I ended up completely confused and now feel like an incompetent idiot. Yay!
  • Jan bought me some perfume on Saturday. It was a belated Valentine’s present, because he wasn’t here on the day itself and hasn’t had time to buy it since. I’ve wanted this perfume for ages and ages, ever since I spotted it at Newcastle airport when I went on holiday with the family, and now I have it. This makes me very happy! In case anyone was wondering, the perfume is Liberte by Cacherel.
  • I actually managed to get most of my practice portfolio done for uni – I wrote the commentary and translation difficulties section on my tram journey home. Now I just have to type them up then I can hand the thing in and get started on the scary part – the portfolio that is actually going to be assessed.
  • I was supposed to call the bank today to make an appointment for getting some forms signed. I forgot to take the card with the number on it to work with me though, and by the time I got home they were already closed. Cue more of the feeling like an incompetent idiot (I’m sensing a pattern here…)

That will do I think. I’ve managed to get a laundry slot in 20 minutes time and need to sort out what I actually want to wash. Then there’s food to cook, more stuff to pack and practice coursework to be typed up.
Am I starting to sound like a stuck record yet I wonder?…