I could tell that people were getting excited about the next phase of easing restrictions by just how many families came in to return books and browse for more. Its been a while since the library I was in today has had that kind of buzz of chatter and life. It was lovely.
Somehow this week has sped past while simultaneously seeming to go very slowly, which has done wonders for my stress management – but at least I’m off tomorrow and can recharge my batteries a little.
That said, I am working again on Saturday, but that’s okay – I’m then off for Sunday and Monday and can pretend to be relatively human during that time.
I’ve managed to scribble a couple of doodles along the way during breaks and in the evening, which both satisfies my creative little brain and serves to centre me.
We didn’t get up to much on this rainy Bank Holiday Monday, but while Lady M worked on editing her latest podcast episode I started looking over the various dice sets that I have and stacked them in a dice tray I recently bought.
I’ve only really started buying dice again over the last year or two, and the vast majority of what I have are partial sets accumulated over nearly 40 years of playing tabletop games. They include spherical dice, outsized dice, metal and resin sets, even some wood dice.
And there’s a lovely tactile and auditory element to playing with dice that can be very calming. I’ve left some of the sets and miscellaneous dice out in the tray for that very purpose, while others have been returned to their protective bags – if only so they don’t damage or get damaged by anything.
I have news I can’t relay until tomorrow, so instead I’ll just say I’m looking forward to having tomorrow off with Lady M and doing not a lot. Well, aside from annoying my GP about a couple of things.
While I was working today I saw a message appear on our group chat about the cub. With a return to school, myr s had just taken him to the barber and conversational shenanigans commenced.
The poor lady asked “What would you like done?” and received the typically blunt response: “I want it cut.” – cue a deep sigh and attempt to extract some sort of engagement with a willful kid with a taste for teasing.
I just had a mental image of a mock sulky expression with a mischievous twinkle and can only hope he doesn’t get immediately scalped one of these days.
Hopefully we’ll be able to meet up this weekend in one of the parks near them, finally exchange Christmas gifts and catch up properly. Fingers crossed.
I suppose I should do some planning for tomorrow’s game, if only just some major plot beats to then skirt around. I sort of know the general direction, but I’ve a feeling there’s going to be some on-the-fly shenanigans in the mix.
That’s no bad thing, some of our most entertaining episodes have been unplanned and winged.
The universe decided that I was not going to get any coffee down my throat today. My first cup of coffee went cold despite being in a travel mug. To be fair that was over the course of several hours while work kept me busy.
My second cup of coffee ended up all over the work counter in an accident involving a crate of books, a stack of routing slips, and a distracted colleague. No books were damaged but our cleaner may be cursing the stain on the carpet this evening.
My third attempt at having coffee was foiled by the kettle deciding not to cooperate.
Needless to say I was exhausted when I got home, and nearly fell asleep after I’d had a shower. Lady M took pity on me and made coffee after that so I could assume some level of consciousness in time for supper.
I was working today, and exhausted yesterday, but at last it’s the Easter Weekend and I have plans.
Tomorrow we have a special guest for our live stream for the DDC as it is Lady B’s birthday weekend. The stream is in support of Chrysalis, and I even have a plot lined up.
Then on Monday we’ll be catching up with the ex-Lady M and the Charleesi (plus boyfriend) for an open air catchup for the first time since before Christmas. I can’t wait, it feels like years rather than months since I’ve seen them.
So that’s the plan.
I was having a brief online chat with my daughter this evening, where she was recounting a work drama with her usual dry wit – and she mentioned how her hope for the summer is to be able to drag her boyfriend to Thorpe Park.
Long-time readers and family friends will of course recall our many visits there over the years, supported by Merlin Passes and a love of being flung around complex rollercoasters. She then ruminate that now she’s earning full-time she has every intention of finishing the day loaded down with merchandise.
Pretty much simultaneously we then opined that a return to Alton Towers should happen again, and with that came memories of our staying there for the weekend of her 16th birthday – which still ranks as one of our favourite memories ever
We hadn’t told her we were going there, and it was late on a Friday when we got there, and I’ll never forget the look on her face as we arrived, or when we got to our room to find a cake and a Teddy bear waiting for her.
It was me, Lady M, and the Charleesi, staying on-site and just making the absolute most of absolutely everything. From food to early access on each day I think we hit nearly every ride several times and had glorious sunshine the whole weekend.
Even just writing these words has put a smile on my face – a wonderful antidote to the discomfort of the last 24 hours or so
I’ve mostly been in bed, or on the loo today. Something I ate yesterday really disagreed with me and it has not been pleasant.
On the plus side Lady M had her post-surgery checkup and they were very very pleased with her healing and improvement so that was great to hear.
I’m finally getting back to normal, so back to work in the morning