Well, so, a thousand years ago I decided to make use of the fact that my lovely was away for two months by putting in place a Really Organised List of Stuff to get done before he got back.  Not that wherever he is makes the blindest bit of difference to my daily life, I stress, but it was just an excuse to Get My Shit Together.

So today I reveiwed all the relevant projects and have come to the following conclusions....

1.  Getting to bed earlier so I don't look like a panda.  Progress - sod all. 
2.  Organising house so it does not look like A Shithole and I feel justified in spending time on line:  sod all
3. Growing fingernails.  A Bit of progress!  I sort of have some.  Still not exactly worth a manicure though....
4.  Eating a bit less madly so do not turn into moose.  Hmm.  Jury still out on this one.
5. Having hair restyled and generally improving appearance.  Sod all.  I look like the bloody dulux dog. 

Dear me.  Not going unmixedly well then!

Apologies to everyonje I have ignored, not responded to/commented upon on so forth - I have been truly rubbish at staying on top of things.  It will get better.  It's got to really, before I disappear into the morass.....

Entire world has gone mad and i have Much Shit to do.  Bah.  And Mr P has got rancid cold and is being Blokily Ill.   Also Bah.

Have just watched Restoration Revisited.  May need to be scraped off floor at some future juncture.   Crikey.

A few disjointed thoughts...

I don't seem to have any time at all any more.  Where'd it go??

Speaking of such things, Where did navbar go?  I am most sad. 

The concert I'm supposed to be conducting seems to be going a touch tits up.  Thank god I'm just waving my arms about and not trying to administrate it.  Boo.

I've been paid some real money!  Hurrah for that. 

One of my most well-loved friends is really very unpleasantly and seriously ill.  How much I want to help is not possible to put down; sadly I suspect so will be my inability to do anything actually useful.

Restoration Revisited was excellent in every possible possible way, except that it made me very honey-sick and he is a long way away.   Might be a new prog in May though.  Hurrah.

Must go to bed.  Tomorrow is looking shambolic.

Happy Birthday, rhosyndu 

I am crap, I forgot! Hope you had a good one....

Most of my days being at present taken up with malfunctioning bodies (either mine or the small folks) has meant there's not much to post about.

But my lovely's doodle wot I bought in a mad moment on ebay has arrived and is cheering me up much.  It's like having a little bit of him here to keep me company.  While I'm barfed on.

In contrast to the heady and rapturous joy of my previous posts, today I bring the tone crashing back to earth with a bump, or probably a splat.  Because my two beloved offspring have lived up to their names and filled the happy home with noxiousness, not through strife and misery but the much more direct weapon of the Screaming Yellow Zonkers in its most virulent form. 

They are now recovering happily and are bouncing about in the garden. 

While I sit here in misery WAITING as I have detected the preliminary symptoms in myself, and now wait for misery doom and destruction to descend on my digestive system.  I wish it would just get on with it frankly.  Preferably before Mr Polina decides I'm fine and pisses off for work before waiting for the answer to How are you this morning??  (this is the man who came solicitiously to our room when I was pregnant, flu ridden and running an epic fever and said Are you up to looking after the baby now, I want to go to work!) 

Ah well, I have whiled away the hours waiting for my intestines to explode by reading the entire back catalogue of my darling's witterings for the Daily Telegraph, and transferring them to the website, as I am suffering from withdrawal from my lovely's presence after, oo, two days.  This does not bode well for the next two months!

*sits doomfully waiting* 

....Listen to the show! 

Clive Anderson's Chat Room, 1pm tomorrow (Sat 21st), Radio 2.  Griff being fabulous, Lucy Porter being quiet, Carole someone (wasn't concentrating) being ...something, and Michael Gove (MP) being extraordinarily japed up!

AM in fangirl heaven. Will post when have retrieved brain.

On the good side:

1.  My gig went really , really well last night.  Mumbles were also made about Real Work with Salary, so we shall see.

2.  I'm going to see my honey record at the CLive Anderson show on Thursday.  Much smileyness.  Particularly as for every possible reason it so nearly didn't happen.


On the bad side:

1.  Sutekh Destroyer of Worlds has gone down with the most horrendous case of the upchucks I've seen.  Catch it in time for Thursday much? If I can't go and say goodbye to my lovely because I've got the heaves there will Be No Words for how upset I will be.   Meh. 

Must go and deal with upchuckiness now.  Back at Some Unspecified Time.

Eesh. 

First of all I'M SORRY I AM A BOTTLE OF SHITE at keeping in touch at the moment.  Combinations of operas, illnesses and so forth have kept me running about and basically I haven't got my arse in gear.  Bah.  So, I'm not ignoring everyone whom I have catastrophically failed with memes etc etc etc and will be back on the case. 

Flute was fab.  What a total joy to be with a cast of people who were (a) all good, (b) all jolly and (c) completely devoid of bloody annoying egotistical temperament.  I'm lucky; this is about the fourth show in a row I've done where everyone has conspicuously NOT got on my tits.  And they've been some of the best work I've done.  (with the exception of course of the first night of Flute, when I had no voice; however I seem vaguely to have got away with it, thus adding weight to my theory that the more breast you reveal on stage the less likely anyone is going to be listening.  Hmmm.  Years of practice clearly unnecessary).

What else has been happening.  Ah yes.  Mr P has had manflu.  Or, to be fair, he has had a proper fluey cold (NOT FLU) and been jolly ill, and taken to his bed for two days.  But then when he gave it to ME he said he'd taken enough time off work so I had four days of feeling like a pile of shit and having to look after and entertain the small people.  Totally reasonable, but Grrrrrrrr.

Oh.  And my lovely is off for TWO MONTHS.  Woe woe woe, what am I going to do with myself?   Apart from watch the resultant programmes with a great deal of enthusiasm of course, but two months???  Boo!  And I probably won't get to see him before he goes.  Amusement required until mid-May, please....