I collect Mum from the airport tomorrow night. Going to get a coffee this morning with a colleague, I said that I all I can think about is: Mum is coming, Mum is coming! I need to do some work but Mum is coming, Mum is coming!
Tonight I’m going to watch Stephen Fry’s talk that he gave in London about his new volume of autobiography, More Fool Me. The talk was recorded and is showing in cinemas over here, I’m taking myself off on my own. As I said to KB when we were watching Gone Girl last Friday, it’s one of my guiltiest pleasures, as I get to watch what I want to watch. It also means we don’t have to find a babysitter if we go in separate trips. In the last week I’ll have gone to the cinema three times, which is unheard of, particularly since the arrival of Peanut. Until we saw Forrest Gump, Hubs and I worked out the last film we watched at the cinema was Life of Pi. Not that long ago, but still less than we both would like.
I’m hoping that by seeing my beloved Mr Fry I will relax a bit. Here’s hoping any way. I’ll drive Olaf off on my own into the sunset, swinging past the supermarkado to get some groceries on the way home. Does anyone else do about a million and one things at once, or is it just us girls? I can’t just get groceries, I need to drop dry cleaning off, or collect it, go to the post office or the chemist. Heck, I live for the day when I can wake up and think, ‘I do not have to do anything today’. I may get one of those in a week or so when Mum and I head off to Canberra, the biggest decision we’ll need to make is what exhibition to view.
I’ve also got Friday off work, I’d only taken a half day, but BossMan extended it to a full day – yay! Although, we’ve got a plumber coming out at some point as we’ve got issues with the sewer – boo! I’m hoping they can sort it out without having to take the whole bottom deck up, as that would be a right PITA.
I was going for a walk/run today, but sat at my desk and read the paper instead. My hip is hurting still, I didn’t think I’d do myself any favours running on it. It’s maddening. I’m doing my exercises, and it’s getting better, but so slowly.
I’m aware this is a bit fragmented, but Mum is coming, Mum is coming!