Lists

I'm in a list mood.

• I need to finish my Christmas shopping soon
• I need a good night's sleep since I haven't had one since the broken thumb incident
• I have a ton of housework to do
• I have to order the turkey for Christmas dinner
• I have to get No.1 + No.2 sons trouser sizes for my Mum so she can buy clothes in the U.S.

That's it. Well not really, I can't remember the 100 other things I need to do. Oh well!

Trials of a Hardworker

Two hours into my night shift and I had a little accident. I was moving shelves and fitting a bar for pegs. The bar was a bit old and bent at one end but I wasn't letting that stop me, so I tried a bit of force. Big mistake. The bar slipped and I crushed my thumb between it and a shelf edge. It was agony. I spent hours with ice on it, and plodded on as best I could, only getting about half my work done. Not bad considering I was sporting an injury. I left at 6am, even though I was supposed to work a couple of extra hours, because my thumb had swollen up so much I couldn't bend it. On my way home (another struggle, changing gears with my injured left hand not an easy task) I considered just going in to A + E, but I had an appointment with the surgery nurse in the afternoon so I would just ask her to take a look. I only managed to get a couple of hours sleep, every time I moved I hurt the damn thumb again! The nurse took one look and told me to go to the hospital. Luckily it only took about an hour. They x-rayed it and it's broken. Just my luck. They drilled a hole in my nail as well, to try and release the pressure of the swelling. It didn't work. I can't wash my hair, button up jeans, do dishes (not the end of the world). Hopefully, it will be better by Monday night, I can't afford any time off work.

Back on the weird shifts!

I started work at 3.45am, tired as usual. It's not my fault though, usually I love sleeping and get plenty of it, helped recently by the strange medicine from my sainted doc. But I've started reading again, I'm a proper bookworm, but this year I can count the books I've read on one hand, very unlike me. So I said I would lend one of my favourite books to my cousin, but I couldn't let it go without reading it again. Even though I know the story back to front, I couldn't put it down. I was reading during my break at work, staying up to finish just one more chapter, and not getting enough sleep for about a week.

But it was worth it. The book? After You'd Gone by Maggie O'Farrell. I love the complexity of the story, jumping back and forth over about 30 years, and told from lots of characters points of view. I like that parts of the book are set in North Berwick, which is near here, in fact you can almost make it out from the beach where I walk Oscar. In my blog photo, its the thin strip of land on the horizon above the gorgeous blue sea (I took the photo on a really good day at the start of the Summer, it's one of my favourites). And now I've been bitten by the book bug, and I have so many books to read. Just now I'm reading a book by Mark Haddon called A Spot of Bother. I enjoyed his last book - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. And I know I won't settle until I have finished it. Luckily my manager has asked me to work a full night shift. So I start work tomorrow night at 9pm until 6am. And I bet I read too much and sleep too little, oh well.

Adventures Of A Graveyard Shift Worker

I'm new to this blogging lark, but I have been a fan of reading blogs for a while. The first blog I discovered was liberty london girl and I soon found many more fantastic blogs, all of which I have listed in my "Blogs I Love" list. I have also recently discovered Google Reader (yes I have been living in a cave in Scotland) But I am really enjoying blogging, even though its for my own amusement. I find I'm getting a rant out in my blog instead of at the OH or No.1 and No.2 sons, or even the dog, who has this annoying habit of standing or sitting wherever I am. So everyone is happy now.

I like listening to podcasts while I work. There's not much else to keep me awake at 4am (well, there is work!) I have discovered a new podcast, it's short but usually very funny, from comedian Rhod Gilbert's radio show on BBC Radio Wales. I've been a fan of his work for a while, and was very disappointed to miss his show at the Edinburgh Festival* this year. But I managed to get tickets to see him next year in Perth, so I am a very happy camper now.

*Not a complete washout because I did manage to see a very funny comedian Mark Restuccia.

Things That Go Bump In The Night

I woke up at 1.30am with the dog cuddled up next to me, and I hear a muffled banging noise. No. 1 and No. 2 sons are both asleep so it can't be them. And the OH (Other Half! He's not my husband, merely my boyfriend of almost 7 years. He barely even lives here) went to watch a football match in the pub at 2pm. So I can only conclude that I'm being burgled. I listened carefully, fully awake by this point, and I realise it's coming from the back door. The OH has a front door key, so it's not him trying to get in. Only one course of action, I jumped up, making as much noise as possible, switching lights on as I went down stair. I marched to the back door, put the key in, unlocked it and swung it open. And there stood (I use the term stood VERY loosely) the OH, with his Dad's house key half jammed into the lock. He had been trying to force it in, in a drunken effort to gain entry! To say I was angry is an understatement. I pulled his key out and threw the set at him, almost taking an eye out in the process (I now understand when my Mum used to shout "You'll take someone's eye out with that") and shouted that he doesn't have a back door key. He just looked at me all confused, holding one hand over his eye. Binge drinking alcoholics, you can't live with them, you can't shoot them!

The Seat Stealer

I have a favourite spot, I always sit here, and so does my laptop (precariously) but every time I get up, Oscar steals my seat. Here he is, one ear flicked jauntily back from the effort of all the seat stealing.

Also, my left eye is a bit tingly. No. 2 son has an eye infection, and I don't know if it's paranoia or impending infection that's causing said tingle. Just what I need, the look of a mad woman with one blood-shot weepy eye at the staff Christmas party. Brilliant. Bring on a surprise bout of acne (of which I've never suffered from) just to complete the look. Just my luck!

Headache Update

Day 10 of the anti-depressants, you'd think I'd be giddy with happiness, seeing as I'm not even depressed, but I just feel my normal, slightly annoyed self. However, there hasn't been a hint of a 3 day long thumping headache, so they must be doing something right.

I even managed to venture out and do some more Christmas shopping. I'm at that tenuous stage where I may have bought everything I need, but I can't quite remember what's in all the bags hidden away from no.1 and no.2 sons. And I can't really be bothered to start raking through them all. Oops! Never mind, either way I'll just blame Santa for the lack of/glut of Christmas presents (works on no.2 son, but no way no.1 son believes)

I'm actually looking forward to Christmas now, we're having dinner at home this year instead of going to my Mum. And even though this means I'll have to slave over a hot stove instead of being waited on, it does mean I can have a few mulled wines or egg-noggs (vodka and wine more like) Usually, its a sober event (for me) then we drive home to a cold dark house before I get to have some festive spirit (the above mentioned vodka and the wine) Of course it could be a disaster (with me too merry to cook dinner, or even to care) but I'm ever hopeful.