Work has featured prominently. I am now on a full time shift pattern at the project I like best, giving me money and experience and no sleep at all. I've got three clients for whom I am responsible as their Personal Plan Co-ordinator, which is basically keywork without the implied mentality that my colleagues can't help the client in my absence. Things are going well. /When I'm not on work I'm training. I'm a qualified Rickter Scale practitioner and have Solution Focused Therapy training amongst many other bits and bobs. My NVQ Level 3 Advice and Guidance course begins Monday - I really ought not to be in a position where I'm doing this just yet - it seems badgering the right people long enough pays off in this job. I've only just completed my 6 month probationary period.
Other work I'm procrastinating on as I write this. I've got an article to do for Sandman about the Beverley festival where I saw tons of interesting things and the three headliners (NMA, Seth Lakeman and Bellowhead) were worth the trip up on their own. Hull was curiously floody that weekend, we couldn't get down Chanterlands Avenue at all and the locals were getting more confused and aimles in their urban travels than usual. Needless to say the flooding came back worse a week after and 17000 homes are now affected. BBC News only took a fortnight to notice, bless 'em. The weekend itself involved a good deal of NMA family shenanigans on the Friday night, while the band phoned in another entirely competent performance. It is more about catching up with everyone though and I managed to offload a lot of shirts I'd never wear again. Pat and Jen stayed the weekend and I initially took up my Gamecube controllers so we could have many player Mario Kart on Neal's Cube. I got a Nintendo Wii in town on Saturday morning though, and we played that instead. My life is now complete.
Mars has been up to Hull to sort out her flooding and the landlords have added a load more metalwork to the back of the flat. It looks crap. It rains forever and Summer has forsaken us, so I've neither used my posh new kite or posh new bike at all virtually, since I got them. Until the Wii I wasn't gaming much either - I've been reading the Legends of Dune books, I've almost finished the Machine Crusade - book 2 - and I've been awake until all hours doing so this week. Excellent stuff.
I've hardly seen any mates down in Cardiff recently, or much of Mars for that matter. The irony is I also feel like I've never a moment alone. Still, I'm not skint and I'm not mooching about the house all day. Oh, and I had a molar out. It had gone bad. That's your lot.
Other work I'm procrastinating on as I write this. I've got an article to do for Sandman about the Beverley festival where I saw tons of interesting things and the three headliners (NMA, Seth Lakeman and Bellowhead) were worth the trip up on their own. Hull was curiously floody that weekend, we couldn't get down Chanterlands Avenue at all and the locals were getting more confused and aimles in their urban travels than usual. Needless to say the flooding came back worse a week after and 17000 homes are now affected. BBC News only took a fortnight to notice, bless 'em. The weekend itself involved a good deal of NMA family shenanigans on the Friday night, while the band phoned in another entirely competent performance. It is more about catching up with everyone though and I managed to offload a lot of shirts I'd never wear again. Pat and Jen stayed the weekend and I initially took up my Gamecube controllers so we could have many player Mario Kart on Neal's Cube. I got a Nintendo Wii in town on Saturday morning though, and we played that instead. My life is now complete.
Mars has been up to Hull to sort out her flooding and the landlords have added a load more metalwork to the back of the flat. It looks crap. It rains forever and Summer has forsaken us, so I've neither used my posh new kite or posh new bike at all virtually, since I got them. Until the Wii I wasn't gaming much either - I've been reading the Legends of Dune books, I've almost finished the Machine Crusade - book 2 - and I've been awake until all hours doing so this week. Excellent stuff.
I've hardly seen any mates down in Cardiff recently, or much of Mars for that matter. The irony is I also feel like I've never a moment alone. Still, I'm not skint and I'm not mooching about the house all day. Oh, and I had a molar out. It had gone bad. That's your lot.
