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annwfyn*takes a deep breathe*
I feel like I’m about to start running the marathon. For the next two weeks I’m going to be working full time, to cover Evelyn (the other part timer) who is off on holiday. Of course, naturally, as soon as I tell my boss, Debbie, that I can do this, I realise that next week is the week that EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD EVER has to happen.
OK, so maybe I’m exaggerating, but it really feels like it. Next week I…
Move House
This is the first exciting-and-yet-scary thing. We are meant to be collecting the keys on Monday, and then move in over the next week. To be honest, this is the main thing that makes me really wish I wasn’t working full time! It would make SUCH a difference to not have to shift everything in the evenings.
Theoretically we were meant to have a month of overlap with the old place and the new place, in order to be able to move things slowly, but this has been slightly stomped on with the realisation that assorted Zeitgeist/work/other social commitments mean that the only day we can actually collect the kittens before Christmas seems to be Sunday 20th of November. Obviously, we need to be moved before we bring the kittens home – it isn’t really fair to ditch them in an empty house while we wander off back to the Cantina – so that brings forward our move date a fair bit.
Receive A New Bed
This brings me on to the next thing. You see, ages ago I decided I wanted a bed of my own. At the time it seemed a lot easier to order my bed, pay for it, and ask for it to be delivered when we moved house, because it’s easier for a landlord to shift beds around when the house is empty. I still think this is a fairly good plan, but it means that I need to get the bed delivered before the kittens arrive, which in this case thankfully means ‘Saturday 19th at 9.30 am’.
I now just need to sort out either getting my mattress from Lambourn (which was my original plan) or possibly getting a new mattress purchased and delivered if that isn’t feasible.
Go To The Royal College of Art Conservation Department Open Day
This is my second exciting-yet-scary thing. Thursday 17th November, from 10 am to 1 pm is the Royal College of Art’s Conservation Department Open Day. I have an invite and a place reserved (there are limited places, so this is exciting) and I get to go and meet my potential tutors, and find out if there is a relevant studentship available this year. Basically, the Royal College of Art doesn’t offer a set course – it offers a series of studentships, in collaboration with the Victoria & Albert Museum, which are 3 days per week working in the museum, and 2 days per week in the RCA. The number of studentships available is variable, depending on V&A, as are the type of studentships. For example, one studentship which I know is available, and inappropriate for me, is an MA specialising in miniature portrait conservation, as that is the department which would be supervising.
The Open Day is where I find out what is available, what the course would entail, and get to meet the staff.
I’m taking the morning off work for this, which I’m oddly nervous about. A bit of me says “I’m doing this job to finance my further education. This is actually meant to be my priority. Taking the day off is fine!” but a bit of me is a tad anxious about being seen by my work as Not Reliable. I’ve told my boss and she seems fine, but I think that leaves me with a real fear of taking any more time off over the next couple of weeks.
Go Visit Ginnie’s Family
The weekend of the 19th/20th is the weekend that Jeremiah and I (and Elle) are booked to go down to Salisbury with Ginnie to meet her mother and go see ‘My Mother Said’. I’m hoping that this can be fitted in with a bed and possibly a mattress arriving in the morning. We then head back towards Southampton afterwards for sleep, and then one of her mother’s Sunday lunches, which is exciting in a whole other way. There may be Christmas pudding involved as well.
Collect My Kittens
Then, once the Sunday lunch is done and I am allowed to drag other people away from the food, my final scary-but-exciting thing! On Sunday 20th, jez and I go up to Gloucester to collect our kittens.
I’m nervous about this in so many ways. I’m nervous because I’m really quite scared that everything just won’t come into place in time for this.
I’ve got tomorrow as the one day over the next week that I can go shopping for things like cat litter, cat food, and a cat bed. It’s also the one day I can go to Oxford and get books for the next two weeks (tho this may be a slightly pointless thing to do as I’m not sure I’m going to get much work done!). I’m also feeling slightly apprehensive at packing everything into the one weekend. Sunday is going to involve a LOT of driving, and I suspect not much sleep.
So, that’s me.
At least I’m due to have a quiet weekend!
I feel like I’m about to start running the marathon. For the next two weeks I’m going to be working full time, to cover Evelyn (the other part timer) who is off on holiday. Of course, naturally, as soon as I tell my boss, Debbie, that I can do this, I realise that next week is the week that EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD EVER has to happen.
OK, so maybe I’m exaggerating, but it really feels like it. Next week I…
Move House
This is the first exciting-and-yet-scary thing. We are meant to be collecting the keys on Monday, and then move in over the next week. To be honest, this is the main thing that makes me really wish I wasn’t working full time! It would make SUCH a difference to not have to shift everything in the evenings.
Theoretically we were meant to have a month of overlap with the old place and the new place, in order to be able to move things slowly, but this has been slightly stomped on with the realisation that assorted Zeitgeist/work/other social commitments mean that the only day we can actually collect the kittens before Christmas seems to be Sunday 20th of November. Obviously, we need to be moved before we bring the kittens home – it isn’t really fair to ditch them in an empty house while we wander off back to the Cantina – so that brings forward our move date a fair bit.
Receive A New Bed
This brings me on to the next thing. You see, ages ago I decided I wanted a bed of my own. At the time it seemed a lot easier to order my bed, pay for it, and ask for it to be delivered when we moved house, because it’s easier for a landlord to shift beds around when the house is empty. I still think this is a fairly good plan, but it means that I need to get the bed delivered before the kittens arrive, which in this case thankfully means ‘Saturday 19th at 9.30 am’.
I now just need to sort out either getting my mattress from Lambourn (which was my original plan) or possibly getting a new mattress purchased and delivered if that isn’t feasible.
Go To The Royal College of Art Conservation Department Open Day
This is my second exciting-yet-scary thing. Thursday 17th November, from 10 am to 1 pm is the Royal College of Art’s Conservation Department Open Day. I have an invite and a place reserved (there are limited places, so this is exciting) and I get to go and meet my potential tutors, and find out if there is a relevant studentship available this year. Basically, the Royal College of Art doesn’t offer a set course – it offers a series of studentships, in collaboration with the Victoria & Albert Museum, which are 3 days per week working in the museum, and 2 days per week in the RCA. The number of studentships available is variable, depending on V&A, as are the type of studentships. For example, one studentship which I know is available, and inappropriate for me, is an MA specialising in miniature portrait conservation, as that is the department which would be supervising.
The Open Day is where I find out what is available, what the course would entail, and get to meet the staff.
I’m taking the morning off work for this, which I’m oddly nervous about. A bit of me says “I’m doing this job to finance my further education. This is actually meant to be my priority. Taking the day off is fine!” but a bit of me is a tad anxious about being seen by my work as Not Reliable. I’ve told my boss and she seems fine, but I think that leaves me with a real fear of taking any more time off over the next couple of weeks.
Go Visit Ginnie’s Family
The weekend of the 19th/20th is the weekend that Jeremiah and I (and Elle) are booked to go down to Salisbury with Ginnie to meet her mother and go see ‘My Mother Said’. I’m hoping that this can be fitted in with a bed and possibly a mattress arriving in the morning. We then head back towards Southampton afterwards for sleep, and then one of her mother’s Sunday lunches, which is exciting in a whole other way. There may be Christmas pudding involved as well.
Collect My Kittens
Then, once the Sunday lunch is done and I am allowed to drag other people away from the food, my final scary-but-exciting thing! On Sunday 20th, jez and I go up to Gloucester to collect our kittens.
I’m nervous about this in so many ways. I’m nervous because I’m really quite scared that everything just won’t come into place in time for this.
I’ve got tomorrow as the one day over the next week that I can go shopping for things like cat litter, cat food, and a cat bed. It’s also the one day I can go to Oxford and get books for the next two weeks (tho this may be a slightly pointless thing to do as I’m not sure I’m going to get much work done!). I’m also feeling slightly apprehensive at packing everything into the one weekend. Sunday is going to involve a LOT of driving, and I suspect not much sleep.
So, that’s me.
At least I’m due to have a quiet weekend!
