Phew

I made it! Today was my last day at work. I’m officially on holiday now. My colleague and I got presents from the bosses – a bottle of champagne and the biggest box of Lindt chocolates ever. And my boss, who stayed at home today, called me after I’d left work and left a message on my mobile (which was still on silent from work) to wish me a Merry Christmas. I was allowed to leave at 4:30 which was nice because I still have a million and one things to do before I leave tomorrow… which would explain why I’m writing a blog instead of doing them. Yes, I really know how to prioritise. I have been home for over an hour though, and in that time I’ve managed to write out my last remaining Christmas cards. Now I’m off into town to get the posted and buy one or two last minute bits and bobs that need to come to England with me. Then it’ll be back home to finish wrapping Christmas gifts (and my sister’s birthday present), sort out which clothes I’m taking and get my room sorted. Then it’ll be time for the Christmas party on my floor and at some point Jan will be coming over with his suitcase for me to put my stuff into. Looking at the pile of presents I have waiting to be packed I’m almost certain we’re going to end up paying humongous fees to get the luggage on the areoplane… and since we’re flying to Dublin then to Newcastle we’ll have to pay twice. Which reminds me, really must get some money out while I’m in town…

OK, better get moving or I’ll never get all of that done. Wish me luck!

All that, for me?

For the first time ever I arrived home today to find my mailbox full of stuff for me. Usually I only find things for the 4 people I share it with. It’s very exciting – almost like Christmas! There’s:

* a book I ordered from Amazon for myself,
* a book I ordered from Amazon for my friend’s baby son’s Christmas present,
* some photos that I finally got round to sending off for printing, and
* something (a present) for Jan and I from his sister (Thank youuuuu Frauke! I don’t know what it is yet, but thank you anyway).

Now I just need to work on a way to get a mailbox full of stuff without having to order most of it myself 😉

Losing track of time

When you get into a routine it’s so easy to lose track of where you are in the month. I know whether it’s Monday or Thursday or Saturday, I can tell you exactly how many days it is til the next weekend, or how much time has passed since the last one, but ask me the date and I’ll have to look it up. So I was slightly shocked to realise that today is 22nd July. It’s my mum’s birthday in 4 days and I haven’t bought her a present. If I buy one now I’m not even sure it will make it to England in time. Crap! She’ll just have to pick it up when she comes to see me a week on Saturday. I’ll tell her I couldn’t afford the delivery costs 😉