Placeholderpost…. I’ll catch you up tomorrow.
Room with a View
“We’ve a table booked at the Ocean Room. Dinner at 7, is that ok? Not too early?” (Are you kidding? Dinner at the Ocean Room? I could make it work ANY time…)
“I’ll meet you there, parking’s arranged, they’ve got your licence plate registered at the gate”
“Really? That’s really thoughtful of you, thanks!” (I’m a bit grateful it’s parking… in the carpark that’s always full, down at the Rocks. Lucky me!)
Of course an occasion like this demands best bib and tucker so I had prepared my hair earlier in the morning and gone the full blow dry with style rather than manic wave the hairdryer in the general direction of the head. You’ve got to make an impression on these occasions, don’t you think???
I went home after work and got decked out 100% sharper than the usual ‘jeans and shirt’ garb, and made my way into town.
Bit of a marathon. Traffic.
Snarl.
However, got there in time, was handed a bubbly beverage at the door and mingled a little with the bods at the bar.
Gorgeous venue. Ocean Room is down on the Sydney Waterfront. Directly across the water from this big old white building that looks a lot like the Sydney Opera House… (oh, wait a minute… ).
The chair pulled out for me, the napkin laid gently in my lap, the ambience cool genteel. The company congenial *smile*.
Dinner, chicken breast slivers on a bed of rocket doused in a beautiful vinagrette served with mustard fruits (I still haven’t worked those out).
The main a t-bone on a bed of garlic mash and spinach beautifully cooked steak. Diviiiiine dahling, divine!
Dessert a cornucopia of mint, chocolate, icecream and brownie arranged in what can only be described as an artwwork. I so wish it could have been politic to take photos. The food looked too good to eat.
He stands, raises his glass, and speaks. I’m transfixed, my heart a little fluttery…
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve gathered together today to honour the extraordinary… (the edges of my vision go blurry and his voice fades into the background as some signal a thought is trying to get a foothold in the forefront of my mind…)
Sh*t, there it is…
I get up from the table in a hurry and say…
“Oh crap, I’m supposed to be taking photos of this”
Rain on My Roof
I got productive today, eventually.
I ended up staying late the office because I wasn’t going to get anything done unless I knuckled down and committed to it. Too bad it took until 4pm to get it going on.
I’m getting a bit excited, I’ve got a guy coming in on Sunday to give us the keys to a new CMS for our website and I am ecstatic that I’m finally going to get a chance to clean up and to play with some proper code… at the moment the back end is really embarrassing (if you’re a code head, of course…).
So, in spite of the fact there’s a major exodus going on at work, things are not ideal right now and I’m not sure what the future looks like there.
It was a good day.
My Neighbourly Neighbourhood
If you were to ask me the following question,
“Hi Deeleea, how are you?”
I would have to say,
“Quite frankly, I’m a bit pissed off”
[I just have to add, that the voice I’m hearing say this in my head has a fairly thick NZ accent. So instead of imagining that I said “I’m a beet, peesed off”, think of it more like “I’m a but, puhssed (as in uh) off… ‘”
as you were.]
And this is why.
For the 2nd day in a row I’ve come home from work and found the window I usually leave open pushed closed. This is the window through which the cat has exit and egress from the house.
Fortunately Chino has been found in the inside side of the window both days which actually leads me to suspect that he’s been deliberately returned to the fold.
Now, I have no evidence for this; MAYbe the wind is blowing the window shut… (they don’t call WINDow for nothing, right?)
BUT, as there is a bit of a feeling of antipathy towards the cat from the neighbours on my right who own the bunny, AND the neighbours on the left who have [bloody noisy] dogs AND the neighbours behind who feed the wild birds [even though they’re not s’posed to], I can’t help suspect that he IS being forced to spend his days inside.
So, I’m pissed off as much because the neighbours on the right have made no effort to restrict the rabbit from my garden, the neighbours on the left do NOTHING about the loudness of the dogs and the neighbours at the back are breaching council bylaws and getting pissy at me because the cat comes into their garden.
Am I allowed to be pissed off dear blogosphere?? Isn’t it the nature of cats to roam, and isn’t it my right to own one if I choose? Shouldn’t my pet choice be as respected as any of theirs?
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I walked into the laundry on the weekend to do my weekly launder and noticed 2 rather lovely new mountain bikes.
Very nice, I hear you say.
Yes, yes they are.
I noticed also that they’re in the part of the laundry where my packing boxes used to be. The boxes that things like my DVD player came in, the sort that it’s useful to keep because when you move it’s safer that they move in their original packaging etc.
But the boxes are apparently no more. So I asked VB Man (in and admiring tone) whether the bikes were his and his brother’s (who is sharing his place these days) and his reply was in the affirmative.
I also asked, “was it possible that my boxes were still around?” and his response was in the negative.
I grimaced (and swore a lot on the inside).
Now, it isn’t so much that the boxes are gone, it’s that I wasn’t given the opportunity to rehouse them somewhere. Or offer any kind of consultation. Or wasn’t asked if they were mine or ANYTHING
So VB man says VB Bro had figured that the boxes belonged to Mary and Boaz the old guys who used to live upstairs.
And he didn’t even apologize for throwing away my stuff.
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Mr Upstairs brough home another girl on Saturday evening (or the same one, I’ve never clapped eyes on either).
He brought her home at the same time (3am).
And he woke me up (again).
However, rather than listen to their nocturnal shenanigans I put my earplugs in.
Seriously, once (or more precisely 3x) was enough.