Still alive and kicking...

Apologies for the delay in posting, I don't have too much to report, but due to the concern about whether or not I have been bombed, I feel compelled to give an update. I'm quite tired from consecutive late nights, so I'm not at my best...but here's a little something to keep you going until next I am overcome by my literary genius.

I forgot to mention on my earlier posts that it was Summer Solstice celebrations Friday a week ago. On good advice, I (being as I am a fair maiden) collected 7 different wildflowers to put under my pillow in order to dream of my future man. Just to be sure, I collected a good dozen flowers (just in case some of them weren't wild) and dutifully popped them under my pillow. Sure, some were a little worse for wear because I had collected them during the afternoon at the park next door, but I'm sure their powers were still sufficient. In any case, I dreamt of no one at all that night. Most disappointing.

Friday night just gone, I met up with Lex and Cels (who needs to be congratulated for coming out on her first day in the country and managing to stay out until midnight) for birthday drinks for Stu. We were at Waxy O'Connors, a pub which has a tree in the middle of it, and church accessories all over the place, including a pulpit you can stand in. Due to the bomb incident earlier in the day, I had my bags searched by the big man on the door. Otherwise, you wouldn't have known that anything had happened. It was a good night, and Cels and I managed to make it to the tube station before the last tube. I also made the last DLR (hooray for me, otherwise it would have been an adventure trying to find out if there was a bus at that hour of the night somewhere).

I have to clarify the anti-social quality of the English on public transport. On the tube, no one speaks to anyone. It is deadly quiet. However, on the DLR (Docklands Light Rail), it seems that it's open slather for friendly people. The number of people that have struck up a conversation with me in the last two weeks is insane! I'm pretty sure none of them have been a bomber either, so I'm feeling pretty secure.

Today I think was the best day so far. I found a good coffee close to work which is also reasonably priced. Good start to the day. On arrival at work, I heard the best four words ever, "Sandra isn't in today". Oh, what cause for celebration. This is the woman from work I find most vexing. It was a lovely quiet day and I was given some more jobs to stop me looking at the clock from 10 am onwards.

I got a call back about my interview yesterday. They were really pleased with me, but want someone that can work for longer than 12 months, so I have been earmarked for a maternity relief position. I'll go in for the second interview in the next week or so. I might even get a little holiday between jobs. Excellent news.

Ok, I am sufficiently exhausted, so I'll have to save the rest for next time. Looking forward to the weekend - off to Bristol and Bath with S&K and co. A trip to the country at last!