I’m not the biggest fan of Christmas. In fact, I would go as far as to say, I almost ‘hate‘ Christmas. I think it’s a combination of the cost, the ‘compulsory’ happiness (that’s expected), terrible television (repeat upon repeat) and the fact that the true meaning of Christmas has been lost.
When I was a child, one of the most exciting parts of the day was opening the present (not presents) and wondering what you had been given. Hoping and praying that Mum and Dad had taken the hint and realised why that mail order catalogue had been left open at that particular page.
These days that expectation that had kept you from being a bit naughty has gone! Today, children have a list of things they want (not things they would like).
Saying that Christmas Day and Boxing Day were enjoyable days. The youngest was home from his care home for the week and was quite excited. He just loves opening parcels. Does not seem to care what is in the parcel, it’s the opening that matters. The eldest, his partner and our Granddaughter came too which made for a pleasant day. Boxing Day, saw my father-in-law come for lunch and another pleasant day ensued.
It went downhill from there!
Eldest and his partner both were suffering from a terrible cough and cold, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before me and K*** followed suit.
I started on Monday evening with a cough and by 10:00 the following day, I was taking a Covid19 test as I felt so bad. Thankfully it proved negative. It seemed to get worse. By the time to take the decorations down, I had decided to try and see my GP. Luckily, there was a slot that day and after a good examination, the doctor pronounced that I had some kind of virus. As my chest sounded clear and my blood pressure was normal (for me) there seemed to be no need for any antibiotics.
I should be back at work tomorrow but I’ve decided to ‘throw a sickie’. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not a difficult job, but it is heavy going. I doubt very much that the boss was pleased that I called, but my health is more important. this may just be the first step to me giving the job up.
That tickly cough I mentioned, turned into a full blown chesty experience. Not a good start to the day at all. Then to cap it all, one of my colleagues (termed used loosely) came into work, and glibly announced that he had a chest infection. No thanks mate, I already have my own (or someone’s !!)
I had to do a finance training course today. Those guys have as many weird and wonderful words and acronyms, as IT people have. At least I can understand the IT stuff. What is ‘negative credit’ actually ? Still it was a useful course, and the trainer was interesting. It should have lasted 3 hours, but we got it down to just under 2, so not bad. Testing time will be later this week, when I have to put what I learned into practice.
Day off tomorrow (Tuesday). Mrs H has a hospital appointment, so we will have the rest of the day in York. Hope the weather picks up a little as the forecast is not too good.
Eldest had an interview today for a part-time job. He has not worked in well over year, and finances have hit rock bottom. Well they hit rock bottom quite a while ago, and have not got any better. He did a couple of days last weekend, but it is not enough. Unfortunately, every student is looking for part-time work at the moment, so our fingers are crossed for him.
Today has gone very well. The cold that started on Friday has hit the ‘tickly cough’ stage and the runny nose and sneezing has all but gone. I should be fully fit(ish) by tomorrow. Youngest has been really good this weekend, with no real issues at all. In fact, he has been quite the comedian, and good fun.
We heard from the eldest tonight. Mrs H has been a bit worried over the weekend. He was going to St Albans, with his ex girlfriend (it’s complicated) to see Eddie Izzard. It appeared to us that very little had been organised, and Mrs H was worried that it would all go pear-shaped. Apparently, it did not !!
Work is on a knife edge at the moment. Nothing seems to have changed, but I get the impression that the manager is working very hard to keep the section together. Most of the staff can’t see this of course, and can’t see what could happen to our team, so most of them are carrying on as if ‘the cuts’ won’t affect us. Even my line manager thinks that, if the job get contracted out, “they’ll need a contact manager to oversee the contract”. Well, yes they will, but it won’t be you !!!!!! None of us have any experience of contract management, so wake up !!!!! If the job can be done by a council worker, it can be done by anyone … we are not special. So get off your arses and work like you need the job, because if the ConDems get their way, you are going to need a job !!! Here endeth the sermon/rant for today!
The above refers, of course, to the Mighty Whites 2 – 1 win over Norwich City this evening. It was a good game, well at least the first half was. Mrs H wanted to Masterchef and House, so I missed of the second half. I managed to get a sneak peek, at around the 70 minute mark, but they were still 1 – 1. In the old days, and by that I mean the past few years, Leeds Utd would be already for going home, and that’s the time they used to lose the game. Not any more it seems. Simon Grayson appears to have convinced the team to play to the final whistle. It is paying off.
My cold seems to be lingering a bit longer than I hoped it would. The ‘wet’ part has dried up, but mow I seems to have got the chesty cough back. It’s been a bit heavy going this evening. I’ll slap a good dollop of Vick’s Vapour Rub on and a splash of Olbas oil should help me sleep.
I have taken to putting random statements in the status of my facebook page. For the most part, people have taken them for what they are … random, meaningless statements. However, on a couple of occasions, a certain ‘friend’ appears to believe, that I am having a pop at them. Some people take facebook way too serious.
Work went quite well. I have a fair bit to get through this week, what with the permit renewals. There are about 9 different zones to renew. Some are only a few properties, but two or three have a couple of hundred properties in each zone. So a lot of work, for quite a few people over the next few weeks.
As I hoped, I managed to get Wednesday afternoon off as flexi time. That is when R***’s consultant has decided to come and see us. I am not looking forward to it at all, as I feel I know what he is going to say. Still I will listen to what he says, and then we will decide. R*** has been in a strange mood really. One minute laughing and singing, the next holding his ears and ‘droning’. It sounds like he has had a good day at school though.
I did not think I would get to the pub tonight. As I mentioned, I did feel a little out of it last time. The cough i thought had gone, is now turning into a bit of a cold. It should be in full flow, by the end of tomorrow.
I have to recommend Asda’s “Chesty cough syrup” with Guaifenesin (whatever that is). The old cough, is 100% better than it was the same time last night. It’s not entirely gone, but I am at least able to get through more than four breaths without spluttering. Of course, a lot has to be said for Olbas Oil and Vick’s Vapour Rub.
I did not like the guy that won the Masterchef round tonight. He was a bit cocksure and smarmy. The other guy, look like a little kid, but he was improving. His cooking, looked like the type of food you would get in a good pub restaurant, rather than a Michelin starred place. Oh and by the way, could someone tell Michel Roux Jr, how to pronounce ‘Michelin’. You’d think a Frenchman would have the correct pronunciation.
I bet the press are, to quote a much maligned phrase, ‘gutted’ that Stephen Gatley died of natural causes !!! No three-way love triangle. No 8 hour binge drinking session. No ‘unnatural’ sex games gone wrong. It may even have been a hereditary problem. !! How very ‘un rock ‘n roll’ .
Eldest is home for the night tomorrow. Well, at least we think he is stopping here. I have an idea, that he may ask his friend B** for a lift, after drama. We shall see. Mind you, I got an impression that B** may have felt a little uncomfortable, what with his ex-partner dropping out. He only had one drink, and then left.
Broadband is a lot better tonight. No problems at all. Transfer speeds back to normal. I did think there should have been a large Windows update today, but I’ve seen nothing yet. I wonder if they’ll try and force IE8 on me again.
Not too good today, started last night with a bit of a cough. Gradually got worse during the day. So much so, that I even bought some cough medicine. It’s a little easier now, but it’s still there.
To cap it all, my internet connection, is running on it’s backside. Trying to download a 10mb file took nearly 40 minutes. Almost like dial-up speeds.
It was a long evening yesterday. With the youngest being away for the week, he was keen to get back onto the internet. So much so,that it was gone 11:30pm, when he finally went back to his room. At last we thought (well I thought, Mrs H was already in bed), at last, he going to settle down. But no ! There was a print to do, and he was part way through creating one of his pictures. All this finished about midnight. “Bed now ?” I asked hopefully. His reply was the usual ‘10 minutes’. So he watched a video for just about 10/15 minutes. Of course, then he needed his ‘goodnight’ cuddle from his mum. So all in all, it must have been about 12:30am when he finally went to his own bed.
You would have though he would have been really tired, but he has still chattering away to himself at 01:00am. I know this, as I had just been woken by Mrs H. She is just getting over a cold (no not Swine Flu), and is suffering from a very bad hacking cough. It was this that woke me, and continued to wake me at around every 30 minutes or so. Then at 06:00am, on the dot, R*** woke up. So a late night, with fitful sleep, and an early wake up, sees me a bit bushed. And don’t for a moment think that R*** will going to bed early to catch up on his sleep !! Not a chance. It will be around 11:00pm when we get him settle down, and he’ll be up again at 07:00am. I could put money on it.
As Wednesdays go, I suppose it went. I did not have too much to do, but kept my head down, and was not very conversational. There are times when the conversation, with certain people, is just a little too much hard work. Of course, when I did pass a comment I was, to certain people, a miserable sod !!
We have one of the famous ‘tool-box talks’ tomorrow. Much fun!! Although to be honest, I have never been to one before. I just hope that we do not have an ‘ice-breaker’, or any role play, because I would not want to offends anyone when I do not join in.
I got some stuff for my little ‘grow house’ as it seems to be called. Just a few odds and ends … seed trays and the like. I planted some salad leaves and some leaf beet. We will wait and see how it goes .. or grows even.
I’m starting with a cold. It should be in full swing by the weekend. I have only just got rid of the cough from the last one. But that life I suppose.
Youngest seems to be in a reasonable mood tonight. He’s been out riding this evening, and seems to have had a good time. No incidents of any significance tonight.
I took the picture on Sunday. I think it’s quite a good photo for a phone camera.