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May. 31st, 2006 10:46 pmIf you were expecting the civic visit to Royan to be a jolly, and were getting jealous, banish any such thoughts from your mind. It was bloody hard work.
( Royan )
As we sailed in towards Portsmouth, my mother rushed out to take a photo of the Spinnaker Tower as we approached it and I switched on my mobile. There were two messages from Daniel, both dating from the 27th. He, Katie Bee and Digby had decided to launch their firework on that day; both messages were attempts to contact me to invite me to the launch. I phoned Daniel; after a false start when my phone decided to switch itself off, I made sustained contact with him and apologised for only just having got his message. I explained that my phone is a crappy model that doesn’t work outside the UK. He told me the launch had been an enormous success and that they’d all been to look at Katie’s paving stone – it’s still there, intact. We promised to meet up in the near future and said goodbye, bang on time as the call was going out for passengers to rejoin their cars.
We arrived home at 11 pm. My father came out to help us all unload the car, then I had a relaxing cup of coffee and opened my post. I had a summons for jury service from 26 July. Fine, except on Monday 31 July I’ll be travelling back from the gathering of the clan in Wales. I did have the option to be excused as I’ve done jury service less than two years ago, but that was an anti-climax – I was only kept there four days and never got to try a case – so I really wanted to do it. I wondered about dropping out of the Welsh trip, but my mother made it clear she’d be devastated if I didn’t go. Plus, thinking about it, if my jury duty went the full two weeks it’d interfere with the shifts I’ve agreed to cover for Rachel as part of the Great Swap. As I got ready for bed I looked at the form again and saw you can ask for your jury service to be postponed. So I filled out the form, asking for postponement until after 21 August on the grounds that I had a holiday booked and was needed to cover shifts at work. Phew.
And this morning it was back to work. It was a little heavy going at first, but a bar of French chocolate saw me through :) At coffee break, Lesley confessed to being hooked on BB7, so she filled me in on everything I’d missed. She was a little put out that I was a Lisa fan – “She never stops swearing!” – but we settled down to a good old BB chinwag, while Paula admitted she was following Celebrity X Factor instead…
In The News this evening there was a little piece on the Gosport Carnival in a couple of weeks' time. It said that my mother is going to open it - no, she jolly well isn't; she'll be on holiday in Cyprus then. Of more interest to me was the name of the Carnival Queen - she's the much younger sister of a girl I had a serious crush on in sixth form college...
I still think Round Elder is a better name for a weed than Ground Elder.
( Royan )
As we sailed in towards Portsmouth, my mother rushed out to take a photo of the Spinnaker Tower as we approached it and I switched on my mobile. There were two messages from Daniel, both dating from the 27th. He, Katie Bee and Digby had decided to launch their firework on that day; both messages were attempts to contact me to invite me to the launch. I phoned Daniel; after a false start when my phone decided to switch itself off, I made sustained contact with him and apologised for only just having got his message. I explained that my phone is a crappy model that doesn’t work outside the UK. He told me the launch had been an enormous success and that they’d all been to look at Katie’s paving stone – it’s still there, intact. We promised to meet up in the near future and said goodbye, bang on time as the call was going out for passengers to rejoin their cars.
We arrived home at 11 pm. My father came out to help us all unload the car, then I had a relaxing cup of coffee and opened my post. I had a summons for jury service from 26 July. Fine, except on Monday 31 July I’ll be travelling back from the gathering of the clan in Wales. I did have the option to be excused as I’ve done jury service less than two years ago, but that was an anti-climax – I was only kept there four days and never got to try a case – so I really wanted to do it. I wondered about dropping out of the Welsh trip, but my mother made it clear she’d be devastated if I didn’t go. Plus, thinking about it, if my jury duty went the full two weeks it’d interfere with the shifts I’ve agreed to cover for Rachel as part of the Great Swap. As I got ready for bed I looked at the form again and saw you can ask for your jury service to be postponed. So I filled out the form, asking for postponement until after 21 August on the grounds that I had a holiday booked and was needed to cover shifts at work. Phew.
And this morning it was back to work. It was a little heavy going at first, but a bar of French chocolate saw me through :) At coffee break, Lesley confessed to being hooked on BB7, so she filled me in on everything I’d missed. She was a little put out that I was a Lisa fan – “She never stops swearing!” – but we settled down to a good old BB chinwag, while Paula admitted she was following Celebrity X Factor instead…
In The News this evening there was a little piece on the Gosport Carnival in a couple of weeks' time. It said that my mother is going to open it - no, she jolly well isn't; she'll be on holiday in Cyprus then. Of more interest to me was the name of the Carnival Queen - she's the much younger sister of a girl I had a serious crush on in sixth form college...
I still think Round Elder is a better name for a weed than Ground Elder.
