Happy Monday Tuesday!

We have a really loud person in our office (not from my team), she’s on the phone a lot and seems to have no awareness that we’re in a shared office space. Last week she was asked to keep it down and complained to the person she was on the call with, that she was being ‘told off’. She wasn’t being told off, she was being asked to consider others. When she’s in the office, I get a bit grumpy, because it’s so inconsiderate.

Last week, it felt like my entire week was being spent with a person that winds me up.

I got my period (54 day cycle), peri menopause is a delight. The washing machine broke and took out all the sockets in the kitchen at the same time. In case you didn’t already guess, realising that it’s not just the radio that doesn’t work and then identifying through a process of elimination, what is tripping the electricity so it doesn’t happen again and my fridges work, is not a thing that I would chose to at any time of the day but not at 9:45pm when my period has just arrived.

That  led to some other annoyances, contacting the landlord, hand washing, contemplating a trip to the laundrette. It’s a first world problem but it is a problem, I’ve spent a lot of my life in laundrettes, I wrote most of my A level course work in one, and until I was 28 or so, I didn’t have a flat with a washing machine, so laundry trips were just a couple of hours I committed too every weekend, but over 20 years later, I’m out of the habit and feeling put out by it.

Happily, the washing machine repair man came today and 15 minutes later, I have a working washing machine.

Work is busy because my brain is trying to learn things, so I’m also having to be ultra cautious about doing the things I know how to do because my brain is full and things slip when my brain is full!

A chunk of the weekend was spent dealing with the washing machine and other assorted housework. I am honestly very mojo-less at the moment. Christelle didn’t come over as planned because she was having a flare up and I didn’t want to stay at hers because I was bleeding, and ruining my bedding is bad enough, without doing it to someone else’s.

Time is never really wasted, I did get kidnapped by a book, I went to the plot, I cleaned the bathroom, I spoke to the godchildren (well 4 of 6).

This week, is still all about work. Everyone has realised that schools are breaking up, this week if it’s private and next if it’s state and nothing happens because everyone is on holiday. So I’m really busy with diaries and other stuff and also with learning the new bit of job. It feels like a tidal wave of work breaking over me, I’m catching what I can and worrying about what I’ve missed. So work, preservation of the berry harvest (it’s been a great berry year), catching up on laundry and finally taking all of the compost in front of my house to the allotment. On Friday, I’ll be at the beer festival in the park (I do love a social event 10 minutes from my house!) and on Saturday the allotment.

I have three more weeks at work until I have my traditional week off for my birthday but loads of things to do between then and now.

Have a good week!