This week I have been mostly feeling annoyed. We’ve had more missives regarding space allocation in our ‘new campus’ and some staff have even been shown where their desks or work area will be. Not me. I’m not mentioned on any of the moves, nor do I have a space set aside for me and my kit. I’ve gone from feeling anxious about it to downright annoyed, verging on anger and have today sent a polite if a little terse request for information. I’ve basically stated that after working for them for 9 years that I deserve to know if I have a post once we move. Is that too much to ask?

On the home front it’s been quiet which is good as I’ve been fighting off a cold, and I’m losing lol. It started out with a raging sore throat, quickly moved on to violent sneezing and coughing, and now I have aches and pains. I’ve been at the GP surgery recently, and of course I visited my Dad in hospital and we know that only sick people go there! I had my 6 monthly blood etc tests, and then had a letter asking me to go back and provide another sample. I’d wish they’d state if the original was lost or destroyed somehow; it would put my mind at rest at least...

I’ve already decided that I won’t see my friend this weekend. I’ll keep my germs to myself, and besides after only one decent night’s sleep this week, I’m feeling cranky and don’t trust my mouth to behave itself. Thankfully most people are on leave now, so I don’t have to talk to people, or even do too much work. This week though I did have to set up for an exam for one candidate. The ‘new’ building is having a face lift and there was banging and drilling and hammering. I’m sat there thinking: are you freaking kidding me? They failed the exam, and I mentioned when I forwarded the results that I doubt that the noise helped. This got passed up the line, and the head of the school asked for my input re the noise. I was only there an hour and left with a thumping headache. Expecting people to work in those conditions, and sit an exam is beyond a joke. OK, rant over lol.

Sometimes when I look out of my bedroom window, and see the big hill over the valley, I imagine the sea is just beyond the hill. It looks like a cliff edge, so it’s not hard to imagine the sea nearby. In reality we don’t live very far from the ‘sea’ but it’s only the Bristol Channel. This is a major inlet, and nice enough, but there are no decent beaches, or water that I would paddle in. Over to the right is often a bank of clouds, not sure why, and I imagine that they’re snow-capped mountains. I confess I’m a bit of a dreamer and love to ‘lose’ myself in my imagination. In my wild wanderings I’m on my ship, with a swash buckling pirate, and the Cabin Boy of course, and the ship’s dog and we’re sailing off for greener or bluer oceans. Pastures are nice enough, but I’d love more of a sea view. Years ago, I’d drive to the sea and sit on the rocks and watch the sea for hours. I’d be there around 6am and have the whole sea front to myself; pure peace and bliss. That was before the Cabin Boy came along. I think he’d be bored with that…

It will soon be Friday, and it’s pay day; best day of the week and month! If I’m up to it I might pop to the local supermarket and get some groceries after work so that I can just stay home most of the weekend and chill out and enjoy some quality time for just me and the Cabin Boy and the ship’s dog. Sometimes I feel the need to be selfish ;)