Today has not been my favourite or my best. I had an interview for a job that I really wanted, but I didn’t get it. Plus point – at least I found out today and didn’t have to wait ages for an answer.
So, anyway, there I was in a “meh” kind of mood when the husb reminded me that I hadn’t looked properly at the photos he took on Saturday.
I thought I’d share this one with you as it really made me smile. Thank you the husb.
It’s the husb’s birthday today. We’ve had a lovely day. He’s played computer games with the smalls, had some (in my opinion) fabulous cake, watched a film en famille and had a (also in my opinion) lovely lunch.
The girl has, once again, unleashed her ninja photography skills – hidden until she chooses to use them.
I love this shot that she took.
Some time ago, I posted about how the husb had set up a desk/working area for me. If you click on the link you’ll see a lovely tidy desk and a beautiful and clear radiator cover behind it.
Given my love of stationery (as also mentioned in that post), it’s not really surprising that the radiator cover now looks like this.
Oh, and yes, that’s only part of it because the rest of the post-its have personal info on and no, I didn’t realise that I was reflected in the clock. Consider it a bonus self-portrait!
We have, as I said in my card to the husb, lived in interesting times recently. He has, as ever, been rock steady. Coping with everything that has been thrown at him with poise and grace (which frankly I haven’t).
I love this man, would be lost without him.
When I look at our wedding photos I see the romance that runs through our every days. The little gestures, the things he remembers, the things he lets go.
I am proud of us.
I’d forgotten how chaotic the beginning of term can be. Especially as I go back to work after a long break too.
We are settling back into the old routines. I’m realising just how little time I have to myself in term time and remembering how hard it is to take photos that aren’t either self-portraits or pictures of the children (or a combination of both). The husb only doesn’t get a mention because he’s usually back from work quite late.
My report for the last week or so reads “consistent work but could try harder to add variety”. So, in the spirit of consistency, here’s another one of me with them. It was me and him, but I love the way she’s peaking around the edge of the seat.
She wasn’t, she was plaiting my hair, but it didn’t half look like she was doing the primate grooming thing.
We’re away without the smalls tonight. We’re at a big family do (cousin’s 50th) which I’ve been looking forward to for ages.
Grandma and Grandpa have the smalls, so a very big thank you to them.
Grandma and Grandpa have also lent us their convertible. An even bigger thank you for that.
Here’s a quite flattering shot of the husb driving said car.
Here’s a much less flattering one of me.
Self portraits, they’re tricky when you’re in a moving vehicle.
I went back to work today. With the six week summer holiday, and my two and a half week sabbatical at the pleasure of Kings College, I was a little bit nervous about going back.
Turns out it was, of course, all fine. Walking into a school that you’ve worked at for a year is a completely different kettle of fish to walking into that school (and the first school you’ve ever worked in) for the first time ever.
In fact, as I was driving myself (and my lovely friend Angelfeet) home tonight, I almost felt like a grown up again.
The best thing of all though, is the sheer joy in seeing this pair after being away from them all day.
I have to go back to work tomorrow.
Whilst that in itself isn’t a terrible thing, as I really rather like my job, I do wonder if I could get away with wearing these to school tomorrow.
I had my endoscopy today. It would have seemed a bit tame compared to an ERCP except that I was only under sedation, not general anesthetic. I’m still feeling a bit wonky so apologies if this post doesn’t make much sense.
The conclusion was, well, inconclusive. They were looking to see why there is a stricture in my bile duct, but some inconsiderate so and so left a stent in the way and they couldn’t see round it. The doctor who did today’s procedure said it was most likely to be inflammation from previous procedures and from the stone itself.
Next step is to have the stent removed, by which time presumably the inflammation will have gone down and I won’t end up with jaundice again. Fingers crossed!
Here’s a picture I took of myself, looking slightly stoned and a bit miffed, which is what happens when I’m left alone with my phone whilst still reasonably sedated after a procedure I didn’t particularly enjoy.