home visits

So I went home over the weekend. Well, that is to say I went to visit my parents. Odd phrase, that. "I went home". I'm 27, I rent a room and I live day to day with my girlfriend. My home is London now, no doubt about it. But back with my parents.. that's, I suppose always home to everyone.

Sorry, tangent. There are an awful lot of dogs there. It's like dog-a-rama. And they're mostly huge. 2 borzois (6 months old and already they're bigger than Chloe, the whippet) and Ed the Enormous Alsatian. German Shepard. I don't know, what's the preferred nomenclature? Anyway, most of the time you're drowning in dog, but it's always good to see the folks, even if it was only quite a short time. Very short. Watched I, Robot at the Kinema, which is always fun even if the film is a bit shite.

Oh, yeah, it was my last day at work yesterday. I got a card signed by everyone, and a present and a collection of cash and lunch bought for me and it was lovely and everyone was very sweet. I've never really had that in a long-term job - either it was like Unipart and we were all leaving or it was OnDigital and I just flaked the fuck out of it and didn't come back. So that was actually quite touching.

cake

Hmm.. this pret chocolate cake had mayonnaise in it. Didn't taste like it. Tasted like cake. Bloody hell, I needed that cake. Cake cake cake. I think the word is about to lose all meaning. Cake. Oh, there it goes.

Well, that's today's update. Not really worth it, but I felt the need to talk about cake. Coming soon - Rice Pudding!

they use it to drill a flaming hole in your head..

So, it was fire drill today. We got the warning about 3 weeks ago, then the fire-wardens got their orange jackets out yesterday, so we were ready. Got out to the car-park quickly and easily by the simple expedient of actually opening the fire exit doors ("No-one's done that before.." "Well, the worst that can happen is that the fire alarm goes off"), and was followed out by our chief executive. If I were a lifer here, that'd probably be brownie points.

There are trees shedding their leaves here. I'm sorry, is it autumn already? What happened to summer? I don't tend to pay any heed to human commentary on such matters, but the trees... well, you'd think they knew..

arachnophilia

One man's epic struggle to not be grossed out by the other inhabitants of the house he lives in...

So this morning I walked into the bathroom and felt something in the mid-thigh area. Without my glasses on, I couldn't tell what I'd walked into, but I could guess. Yup, there it was, a web across from the basin to the radiator (which is always on! Does it know it's summer?), with the little Isambard Kingdom Brunel sitting in the middle wondering who was trying to break through its masterwork. So I backed up, got a glass and a piece of card and disposed of the master constructor.

I'm getting better. A year ago that would've freaked me out so badly I'd be shuddering and swiping at my legs all day. Today it's a humorous anecdote for my blog. I'm not saying I like them. I don't think that'll ever happen. But I think I might start tolerating them. Why, just yesterday I had a shower with one hanging over my head.

In non-spider-related news, um... Oh, yeah, I'm going to visit my parents soon, for the first time this year. Not sure about the two new borzois, but it'll be nice to see the folks and Ed again.

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