Up The Farway Tree

So I think I've now received the last of my internet purchases. Thank God. I was able to luxuriate in bed this morning without the fear and trepidation of the door bell ringing at some unearthly hour. Throughout my little internet spree, the post man managed to arrive twice when I was half undressed, three times when I was tucked up in bed sound asleep and another occasion during a stand off with Seb, where he was sitting up on the couch and I was frantically shouting "'Off!" while waving arms. At least the postman was useful on this occasion, as for Seb, the door bell is a signal to run at high speed and pogo up and down at the front door. It is a frosted glass door and he therefore makes a complete spectacle of himself. Nothing new there then.

I had my meeting with work to discuss reducing hours, so my contract has now been changed to three half days a week, instead of four. I have the option to reduce this further to two half days if necessary in the future. I think having the extra day off during the week will be helpful for catching up with rest (and highly important activities such as hair appointments and meeting friends for coffee). I am also having a further meeting with my current boss, to see if I can adjust my starting time a little. I currently work 9am until 1pm, but I think a later start (maybe 10ish) would make a huge difference. This would give me more time to do my physio and nebulisers, without having to get up in the middle of the night to do so. I do at least feel a little more in control of things, and maybe all these small tweaks to working life will make all the difference. At least the difference between being able to work at the moment, or not. A somewhat important difference.

On a completely random note, I have decided I am very prone to what I think is referred to as 'false economy'. Two examples from past week alone:

1. I find out where the nearest Aldi's is, because mum tells me they have wrapping paper at 99p for 10 metres. Bargain. I find nearest Aldi's (20min drive) and buy the 99p paper. I also buy £28 worth of other "stuff". I cannot fully account for this stuff, and I'm not entirely sure why it cost £28. But at least the paper was only 99p.

2. I go to "pound shop" to buy pack of chew bones for Seb at cost of £1. I manage to spend £9. Again I cannot account for this £9, other than knowing I must have purchased nine items. I only needed one item.

Moral of story: in future only keep £1 in my purse and no switch card.

For some light entertainment I will leave you with another clip of the marvellous performing Seb. This is his 'play dead' trick in response to the fingers pointing at him like a gun while saying Bang! I am so easily amused.