Aliens

Today I was woken by an alien invasion. I couldn’t see anything but I could hear them transporting people away with their machines that make funny noises. For some reason they decided not to take me.

Of course it could just have been the B&Bs hot water system coming on.

But then - why are the aliens invading the hot water system?

Leaving is good for you

I’m beginning to get paranoid. Just as I leave Reading there are lots of exciting things starting to kick off. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s all because I’m leaving…

My parish church is starting too run some Life in the Spirit seminars, and having seen what they did for the chaplaincy at University, I’m expecting great things to happen. Except I won’t be there to see it.
(Having said that, the last time I was there, a parishioner took one look at me tidying the hymn books and said ‘we will miss you when you go’, leaving me with the distinct impression that she was more worried about the hymn books than anything else. Great.)

And then last night, at my last youth group session, God was again working in power. And I’m not going to be there to see what happens next, or what the kids do next and how God moves in their lives. And that’s soooooo frustrating.

So, by that logic I need to leave places more often. It seems to be good for other people.

- So are you moving in with your boyfriend ?
- Oh no, but my current housemate is.
- Ok. He’s moving to Birmingham to?
- Yes, his girlfriend is up there.
- So his girlfriend lives with your boyfriend?
- No, she lives in a convent.

I probably should have elaborated at that point but where’s the fun in that?

The Last week

It’s my last week before the official move.

My diary looks for this week looks a bit mad. By Friday, I have to fit in 5 full days of work, 4 trips to the pub, one set of Birthday drinks (not in a pub), one youth group session and two Red Cross meetings.

And Pack.

So, much as I’ll miss people when I’ve moved, I’ll be quite glad to have some time to sleep!

Go Ape

You know sometimes you agree to do something and then realise a little later that it’s a bad idea.

www.goape.co.uk

I’m not good with heights. I’m sure it’ll be good for me. Wibble.

I have just over two weeks to work out how on earth to get over the initial ‘I’m not climbing that’ issue.

Last time I tried something like this one of the kids from the youth group pointed out that ‘It’s ok, if you fall off and die you go straight to heaven and that’s better than school’. Which is logical, but not entirely reassuring.

2 - 4- 1

Two houses. Four leaving events. One Life.

It’s official. I’m moving. I have written confirmation and everything.

Lots of people seem to be making fusses about it all. I’m not good at being fussed over. I’m even worse at coping with being complimented so if any more people try to be nice to me the chances are that I really won’t cope and may well dissolve. And I’ve taken to dissolving in the most inconvenient of places – I’m sure the people at the church I was at on Sunday thought I was a complete weirdo for crying through half of mass. It’s just not expected outside of charismatic circles.

I suppose I should be glad that lots of people feel the need to tell me that I’m wonderful and will be missed, but how on earth are you meant to react?

‘Yes, I’m wonderful – things will do downhill when I’m gone, just you wait and see?’

I want one of these

When I'm a grown up can I have one of these please?

lull flowering lamp

Pretty please?

Crash, Boom, Thud

I have a reputation for breaking things in the office. It used to be printers, these days it’s normally paper stuff and it’s usually because I’ve spilt something all over my desk. So when I haven’t broken anything in a while comments are made. A colleague just noticed my phone and was impressed that it still looked like it was in one piece, particularly given that I’ve had the same handset for over a year now. I accepted the compliment and mentioned that it was probably because I’d broken my watch clasp instead. I then showed him the defective clasp.

It’s now mended.

He went for the classic engineering approach with a twist. The twist being that instead of hitting it with a hammer he used a stapler.

Apparently it’s the most job satisfaction he’s had in days.

Carried away

Sometimes I get carried away with cleaning things. I find it quite satisfying to get things to a state where you can see an improvement. This explains why I bleached the bin last night instead of going to the gym. Well, it partly explains it anyway.

Our landlord seems to have similar issues. Since we told them we were moving out they’ve been sorting out the garden of the house. A tree fell down in the floods which they sorted out last week. Last night I got home to discover that they’d felled another three trees. I can’t help but think that they’ve got a little carried away. Particularly given that one of the trees was a rather nice one. No idea what species it was but the leaves were a pretty maroon colour that contrasted nicely against the green backdrop of the weeping willow behind it making for variety of colours. Apparently the landlord isn’t that artistic when it comes to trees.

More amusing though was the squirrel. The squirrel is the reason I was late into the office this morning as I got sidetracked watching a it wandering around the tree stump. It looked just like it was looking for something but couldn’t quite work out what was wrong. Much the same look as I’ve perfected in the mornings.

Now I just need to work out how to get carried away with presentation writing or tender analysis. Hmmm. This might need a little more effort. Maybe I’ll just go wash my mug.