Moolies

For God's sake let me sleep

What is it about hotels.

The world over, I cannot sleep in hotels. Aberdeenshire, Santa Clara, Paris, Leeds.

...must....resist....

No, I just can't not say it.

Here are my thoughts on blogs. I don't pretend that this is a coherant argument. It tends toward the reactionary, in as much as it is my gut reaction to the endless fucking stream of blether and pondering...

Gone public

I told Haddock I am pregnant. Which necessitates this thing being more public that it has been (ie: read by Fiona, Danny and Yoz).

Which is interesting.

Meanwhile back to the task in hand, which is wondering if the bloody hospital/s have written to me with my appointments for blood analysis and 1st stage scans etc. I would be willing to bet cash money that when I get back from Leeds they won't have done and I'll have to do a load of phoning and hassling. Grrr.

Funny pains last night and - shock news - going to bed at 11 meant waking up at 4.30. Only because it was a hotel room I then couldn't get back to sleep at all. Horrible, horrible, horrible. Yes - the pains were funny muscle pulls if I lay in a certain position and moved in a funny way. I'm not too "full up" at the moment (regular readers will know what I'm referring to!) so it wasn't down to that.

Anyway. So, apart from complete tiredness, I seem to be ok.

*****Yawwwwwwn*****

These are a few of my least favourite things. Plus: sleep weirdness.

the inexhaustive list of things that make me feel ill:

-Mackay cooking bacon
-Mackay cooking sausages
-Mackay switching on the deep fat frier
-The thought of the deep fat frier
-The thought of chocolate
-The smell of wet tea leaves
-The smell of anything to do with fish products of any sort but particularly shell fish
-The thought of chips
-Rich cake
-Wine (this I can overcome by willpower alone for things like yesterday)
-Thinking about Indian food (this is very distressing)
-Cigarette smoke, dope smoke and the like
-Rather annoyingly, the thought of my nice black sesame Japanese brown rice crackers

....more to this list when I've thought of it.

Unnervingly, the smell of chicken nearly turned me on the other day, it smelled so delicious. But, I never said I didn't like meat (with the current exception of bacon and sausages). As long as I don't suddenly lose my memory and start ravenously munching my way in to dead bird flesh... what a delightful way of off-putting it.

Justin Timberlake sounds like he's been speeded up in the studio. Do you think he actually has a voice? I think he's a construct.

*Yawn*. I'm so tired. I don't really know that I should be. Ohhhh yes. I've discovered something. I automatically wake up approx 5 hrs - 5.5 hrs after I have fallen to sleep., and find great difficulty in trying to get back to sleep / dozing fitfully until it's time to get up. I realised this given that I timed myself when we went to bed pretty late last night (oooh, nearly 1) and woke up just after 6. When I go to bed at 10 at present, I wake up around 3.45.

I read something recently about people who wake up after 5 hours but God knows where it was. I will research.

...and after the wine... the song

...Yes of course I was concerned that I had drunk over a glass of wine, despite the fact that I'm sure no harm was done.

So we went for a meal, mooching around in Soho trying to find a decent place. The end destination was a newish Moroccan restaurant on Greek Street which looked lovely from the outside and the food was delicious. The only slight problem was the poufs and cushions. It looked like a souk-esque relax and flop about type place but in fact the seating was desperately uncomfortable! But - oh, the food was lovely. And we ate too much. 3 plates of mezze each then a mail meal *then* baklava. Oh blimey.

It did strike us as strange that we were eating there on the day that Al Kaida had decided to blow up half the Moroccan capital. What are their tactics? So soon after the "war" on Iraq, they say "Oh, remember us? Your actual enemy" and concentrate on a continent which can fall prey to attack more easily - and it's a western tourist destination. Very similar to the Bali bombings. So the answer is: stay in your homes, people of the liberated west.

A grand day out

Well the lovely James had pitched up in to "Winos" (a daft wee list for those of us with an interest in wine) whether anyone wanted to go to a Decanter Italian wine tasting day. Mackay and I said, yep, sounds like a nice idea. So it was all arranged.

Stupid me, I forgot that James has memory even worse than I have in some respects. He entirely forgot and double booked himself. Not only that but it appears that he didn't actually buy the tickets! For, when Mackay and I turned up, our names were not on the list.

I'm very good at doing middle-class friendly non-plussed. The woman on the door let us in.

This is part 1 of the day's events - if I were you I'd ignore this bit. It's basically me writing up some wine notes so I've got them somewhere I can find them again.

More adventures in the internet trade

So Upmystreet was sold. And most everyone seems to have been made redundant. At the moment it's all a bit confused as to who is still there and who isn't, but I think generally speaking there are a whole ton of extraordinarily talented people available on the market.

The most rotten thing is sitting on the outside of it, watching your friends going through all levels of nastiness - and there's almost literally nothing you can do about it. There's nothing going here that I know of, really. Well, having said that I just looked it up, and there are a few bits and pieces so you never know. Maybe it'll help, God knows.

On another tack altogether I am now thoroughly brassed off with and sickened by bloody calcium bloody indegestion tablets. If I ever see them again after this bloody pregnancy I think I'll hurl on the spot.

Skinny or meaty?

At the doc's on Monday a very stern African doctor (whose name I have misremembered as the current president of Zambia's. This is entirely wrong and bad of me) who has taken over my usual doc's patients whilst she is on pregnancy leave looked very strongly askance at me when I mentioned that I was a vegetarian.

-You are a vegetarian? You must eat properly!
He didn't really listen whilst I explained my "protein with every meal" policy, my supplements etc, etc.
-You must get plenty of protein, calcium
Yes, I drink milk and have eggs, I would be eating fish but I can't stomach it at the moment.
-Because you know that the baby will be very small if you don't eat well.

... come again? Eh?

That sounds like a damned good deal to me. Less protein! Less Calcium! Bring on the 5lb baby!

Offspring

Sad to say I spent some time watching Star Trek last night since Mackay has decided to record the 6 episode marathon TNG sessions that are on Sky every weekend (rather record than watch, so you can fast forward through the ads).

(Note that this is quite a.... pfft. 'Personal' entry I suppose)

An idea

Leslie whilst talking about an old Beau said to me that apparently if you write things down - in terms of wanted objectives for the future there is in fact a statistically significant % jump in terms of that actual thing coming off.

This she recalled whilst saying that she came across said beau's "list of things what I want to achieve and when" one, and found it most bizarre.

But, in the hope that this statistical significance malarkey may lead to something, here goes.