So glad it's Friday...

We’re off to Iqueer this evening after work – the challenge is to get in and out without (a) having an argument with my beloved (b) spending on average 7 times more than I had planned to. Watch this space…

It’s my work conference next week for 400 people and I have single-handedly organised it. So far the prep has gone well and liking things done a certain way, i.e. properly; I’m very glad I’ve been in charge. Although I suspect I may collapse in a heap at the end of it all, drinking too much free wine and inexplicably tearful. (I’ve chosen the wine as well so I know it’s good!)

I’m training my facilitators today and so went to M&S before work for goodies; cookies, fruit, pretzels, flapjack, fruit juice… I always think training is so much more effective with high sugar levels…

This weekend is a home weekend. We have to do a big autumn clear-up in the garden, I’m making a cake and some more bread (how Women’s Institute!) and of course in the evening, it’s the rugby. I also want to catch up on some sleep. I’ve been ridiculously tired this week. As next week is a fairly big week, I want to approach it with vim if not vigour.

Right now I need a coffee and to crack on. Have a wonderful weekend.

(Minor irritation and I hate to mention it really, but as someone who is a really big rugby fan, who used to play rugby, who knows quite a lot about yes, you guessed it, rugby, please save me from people who don’t understand rugby giving me their ill-informed opinions about, all together now, rugby! Learn how the game is played and we can talk. Sorry to be peevish. Thank you.)

Onions, getting married and suburbia

I’ll be glad of a lie-in tomorrow. This week has been a nightmare trying to get out of bed in the morning. Even my shower and a cup of strong coffee hasn’t helped. Really I just want to be at home with Harry Potter – the book not the boy wizard. Although that said there is stuff we need fixed around the house so it would be quite handy if he did pop round. He could also make our onions grow bigger and mow our lawn with a flick of his wand…

We received our provisional booking from the Cornwall registry office yesterday. It was lovely to see our names on the booking form and made me wish we didn’t have over a year to wait to get hitched. Mind you, with how much all this is costing we need at least that long to save some money. Romance may be free but ceremonies, rings and big hats cost… not that either of us are wearing a big hat. Although perhaps there is a place for my ‘special’ hat?! I’m sure it would only confirm what my partner has suspected for a while, I may not have got the job as the village idiot but I was on the short list…

Talking of coffee (although to be fair, we’d moved on…) I need another cup. I feel it’s going to be a long day and tonight we have to move boxes for a friend. We need to go all the way to Surbiton. Surbiton! Do they let working class people into Surbiton?!