11 done (including this one), only 2 to go....

My occasional obsession with numbers may be sabotaging my determination to blog frequently. I’m on target to achieve something I haven’t done since 2010 - posting a different number of blogs in each calendar month of a given year.  So far in 2016 I’ve totalled every number from 14 to 23 inclusive. I wasn’t confident I’d be able to hit the mid-twenties in November and December, so I decided to limit myself to 13 postings this month, so I’ve allowed myself to be a bit lazy. Even the little writings I’ve done have been barely more than a paragraph. It’s not like I haven’t got anything to write about - Christmas imminent, band rehearsals, plans to change the garage, Movember, Philippa’s ongoing one-woman crusade to reach Motherhood - I’m just choosing not to write about it, for fear of over-running the blog count and failing to achieve some silly little unimportant goal that is absolutely meaningless to everyone in the world except me.  But then again - it’s my blog and it’s up to me how I run it, so maybe I should give myself a break.
Either way, there’s a week left in November and I’ve only got 3 remaining postings to play with, so I may as well make this one worthwhile and run on a bit and let you catch up with the things I’ve been failing to tell you:

I’ve been calling Philippa ‘Pippa’ and it turns out she doesn’t like it very much. I don’t know how I got into the habit, I just used it once and it felt nice and it felt personal, so I’ve been using it on-and-off since. But, like most things connected with my wife at the moment, it turns out I was doing something wrong. I got the hint when she said “If you keep calling me Pippa I’m going to start calling you Ches.”

We had a band rehearsal for the Christmas do last weekend. If I had to sum it up in three words those words would be ‘clumsy’, ‘disjointed’ and ‘embarrassing.’ But they’re all nice people and we’re all enthusiastic, and we’re all as bad as each other, so hopefully I won’t stand out as being particularly untalented. Plus, not being nasty but let’s be honest, it’s a school production so it’s not as if the acting on-stage is going to be mind-blowingly good, so we should fit right in. We’re getting together again tomorrow night, then we have an after-school rehearsal with the kiddiewinks next Tuesday. That’ll be nerve-wracking and chaotic, but gives me a nice excuse for an afternoon off. Head Office are very keen on the idea of fostering links between the supermarket and the local community, so they’re letting me work a half-day without it counting as taking holiday. Good stuff. If I work this right and expand this ‘drumming in schools’ malarkey maybe I can end up spending three days a week in local schools, while being paid a managers wage by the supermarket….

I think that’ll do for now. I’ve just written over 500 words for Christ’s sake, what the Hell do you want from me????

RC 24-11-16