Yesterday we had friends over for a BBQ and then to watch the football. Smudge was even more discombobulated than usual by the sheer number of people in the house and even managed to find a way into the neighbours garden so I spent most of the afternoon up and down chasing her like I would have done a toddler. MrS did a wonderful butterflied leg of pork marinaded in herbs and served with a warm Mediterranean vegetable salad. I did strawberries and cream ;)
It was good fun but after a Friday and a Saturday night out already I was shattered when I got up this morning. My liver was a bit knackered too.
I spent most of today trying to find 3 rooms in a decent hotel in Stratford upon Avon for tomorrow night. I pulled it off in the end, having been frustrated at every turn by online booking I picked up the phone and tried the first hotel I’d wanted, spoke to another human being and got the last three rooms in the hotel. I’m as guilty as the next person for using email and automated systems for ease, but sometimes I long for the time before email, where people got up and talked to someone instead of firing off a stream of one liners to each other when they could just, you know, TALK.
I did that twice today, simply because it was easier for me to walk a few feet down the corridor and talk to someone rather than email her. My boss and I also have a system going where if I want to ask her something, rather than email her and have her lose it amongst the millions of others I just make a note of every thing I need to talk to her about and do just that. Talk to her about it. In person or on the phone. That way I can’t procrastinate either, by flagging the email and ‘doing it later’ … pa ha ha ha ha!
Update on Smudge v Velvet: both are currently in the same room…