Archive for May, 2007

Demob Happy

I suddenly realised I’m suffering from being Demob Happy at work, but I’m trying hard not to let it show. I was interested to read about where this phrase originates here.

The tell-tale signs are:

  • smiling too much
  • smiling wryly when you realise that a problem is coming up in a few weeks that others haven’t spotted, and knowing full well that you won’t be here to deal with it…..
  • throwing things away without conscience

 I’ve done all three today.

Its a fantastic feeling……………

Just 3.5 weeks to go……. Ha Ha Ha!

P.S. Cakewatch is not going well. The last month of celebrating has meant I’ve gained 2lbs. Damn.


I couldn’t resist…

Just have a look at the treats on offer here…..

More Good News

I knew that when i said I had good news 3 and 4 as well, that news 5 wouldn’t probably be quite so good, and I was right.

My Mystery Landlady, whom I’ve never met, and only spoken to on the phone once, wrote me a letter to say she doesn’t want to continue to rent her house to me. Initially I was a bit sad, but what with Good News 1 & 2, I was very up-beat about the whole thing.

2 weeks later, I found a house on-line that Badger & I wanted to view, and so we phoned the Letting Agent on Saturday. The house had gone, but another one, yet to be advertised, had just materialised. Would we look at it? OK, I thought, we might as well start somewhere – so we agreed to view it.

It was fabulous. Having looked round the place for 15 minutes, we knew we wouldn’t find anything half as good. The price of the rent was excellent too. We said we’d have it. Marvellous!! And we can be in there before we leave here, so doubly marvellous.

That was good news 3.

Good news 4 was an informal interview for Badger, which will hopefully lead to a new job for him too, so we’re both feeling rather smug at the moment.


Tuesday afternoon, I walked 3 or 4 steps from my desk, on a completely flat, carpeted, unobstructed floor in flat, sensible shoes and fell heavily on my right knee, and my left foot buckled under me. The pain was fierce and excruciating, and I sat on the floor, with tears in my eyes, holding my foot in place at the end of my leg bones, and tried very very hard not to scream.  

Behind me, where I sat in blind agony, pandemonium was breaking out. Wintnesses were flapping, new arrivals were fussing, and a general debate about What Should We Be Doing? was occuring. If I wasn’t hurting so much, I would have laughed.

“Should we find her a chair that doesn’t move about?” was one of the suggestions. I am not getting up off this floor until I know I won’t faint, was my silent reply.

Eventually, I regained the power of speech, and was able to reassure the gathered masses – my, there are a lot of people her, suddenly – that I knew the drill, and, honestly, as ankle sprains go, this was no major one.

I knew that the pain would subside, and that I would be able to move my foot in careful rotation, without too much trouble. As I did so, I proved to them and me that I hadn’t broken it. As usual, up-down movement was painless and easy…. although, it was unnerving the way it the bones in my foot were clicking, as though they were trying hard to find their little niches again. It didn’t hurt, it just felt unnatural. A wave of hot and darkness came over me, and I decided to lie down on the floor and rest my feet on the reception chair someone had helpfully placed beside me.   

This is amusing, I thought to myself, The First Aider is having to treat herself because none of these well-meaning people have got a clue.

The round, homely face of Beri came into view above my toes. She is the other first-aider in the office, and had brought some ice wrapped in a teatowel to put on my ankle.  There are a two things to know about Beri. One is that she is lovely. Two is that she is absolutely bloody useless. At everything.

She thought the reason I was feeling a little unwell was because my blood sugar had dropped. No, love. I thought, Its shock. Trust me on this. Its not blood sugar that’s dropped, its blood pressure.

“What did you trip over?” was the next question. We looked at the area I’d walked on. It was bare. It was as flat as a billiard table. I hadn’t tripped. My ankle had just given way.

Oh shit. Was all I could think of, sliently. There is no mechanism of injury. My ankle just gave way. This is really not good.

The pain had stopped, and so (in the main) had the clicking. I suddenly reaised how much my right knee was stinging. I rolled up my trouser leg to reveal a friction-burn, about the size of a £2 coin on my knee-cap. A combination of my polyester trousers and the corrogated-effect industrial carpet had done the damage. Owww it was sore!

Anyway, I called Badger to come and get me, finished a letter, issued instructions to my staff, and escaped, hobbling, to the car.

Not good news. The Physio tells me I need surgery. Ankles do not just give way.


Good News Part 2 – Work

You will no doubt remember how stressed I’ve been at work. I’ve certainly blogged about it a little, and it was when I put fingers to keyboard, that I realised how miserable I was.

So I got in touch with my ‘network’, and lo, I was headhunted!!

I had to go through a really tough set of interviews (yes, there were two, one after the other), but I came out having impressed the socks off the four members of the Board. I will therefore be taking up a promotion as an HR Manager for another organisation, and I’ve managed to secure myself a reasonable package, too. Roll on the end of June……

Of course, it was tough telling my boss and my team that I’ll be leaving them, but they were both pleased for me and very sad for themselves that I’m going. Since then, word is getting round, and I’m getting floods of good wishes from all levels of managers and staff in my organisation. Its nice to know how much of an impact I’ve made in these last 2 years.

Will they really miss me? I think so.

The frsutrating thing is, I’m sad to be leaving, but in the end they gave me no choice. I made it clear to my Director what had gone wrong, and he sat, head in hands, and all but begged me not to leave. It didn’t have to be like this, but to be honest, now I’ve made my decision I feel liberated. Nothing will make me change my mind.  

Smiling………. I have two things to be very smug about!!

Good News Part 1

As you know, Last Thursday (3rd) was my 30th Birthday.

I took the day off and Badger planned for us to go to London, buy my birthday present (a nice wristwatch) and have dinner. I was looking forward to it.

Since we would be dining in a nice restaurant, rather than the Harvester or the All You Can Eat Carvery, he suggested we dress smart for our London trip. He didn’t tell me where we were going, it would be a surprise.

Anyway, we got a taxi to the station, so we could both have a drink later, and we got ourselves off to Oxford Street to start the search for a new watch for me. I’d already looked in the windows of my local jewellery shops, and had spotted a few I liked, so I had a bit of a head start. We looked in all the lovely posh department stores, too, like Selfridges and John Lewis, but couldn’t find what we were after.

About an hour later, I tried on a couple of silver-bracelet watches in a tiny but well-known jeweller’s in Oxford Street, and chose a Tissot with a mother of pearl face. I was pleased. Our shopping done, it was time for lunch, and Badger said he wanted to eat in the little restaurant in the middle of St James’ Park, called Inn the Park.

We ate there, probably more than we should have done for a couple with dinner plans, but it was a special day! We decided to go for a walk through the park to wear off lunch, and so we walked through the park to Buckingham Palace, past the Japanese Tourists and their very British guide speaking in a BBC broadcasting accent!

We crossed the mall and into Green Park, where the sun was beginning to shine through the beautiful avenues of trees, casting patches of shadow and watered sunlight onto our path. Squirrels played, and we felt quite spring-like and peaceful. We perched on a bench and looked at the beauty of nature around us.

“So, ” said Badger eventually, “Do you think we’ll stay together a long time, then?”

“Oh, of course we will!” I said, as he edged round to face me better on the bench. This is a bit odd, I thought. He’s looking at me rather intensely, here, considering we’re sitting on a bench to look at the scenery…

“Will you marry me, then?”

“Of course I will!!” I sobbed, completely surprised and overwhelmed with the moment, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him.

We composed ourselves, dabbed my tears of joy, and continued our walk in the warm sunshine, wide grins on our faces, feeling really smug and happy. So we celebrated with an ice-cream from Wellington’s Arch souvenir shop on Hyde Park Corner, before returning to Oxford Street to choose a special necklace for me to celebrate both engagement and birthday. It is beautiful.

Then we went off to an amazing dinner at Patterson’s (Mill St) to celebrate. We haven’t been able to wipe the smile off our faces all week. It was truly special – and I couldn’t have asked for anything more romantic.

I didn’t know whether I would ever find someone I was as comfortable sharing my life with as Badger. We really are soul-mates. Someone described us as two halves of the same person – and I think that’s absolutely right.

Anyway, on Friday, we went to choose an engagement ring – and it is as well-crafted and beautiful as our relationship: plain, simple smooth ring in white gold, with a brilliant white diamond which sparkles with life, and a carefully constructed, solid base, full of craftsmanship and love which holds it all together. Perfect.

I collect it today. I can’t wait.

So you see, I really did have some good news to tell you!

So Much to Tell You….

I have two lots of very exciting news, but no time to explain at the moment.

Watch this space and all will be revealed soon.