My longest blog ever?

Another week gone with no blog postings, then. Do forgive me, I’m still getting used to my new routine and I’ve been neglecting you. The job is taking a while to get used to and I’m only just starting to feel competent, rather than confused. Tom’s wife has now left so there’s more room in the office and I’ve finally been given access to the computers. I’m on my own at the moment as Philippa is at the dentists, so I’m using my time constructively by ignoring work and catching up on blogs and e-mails.
The football match on Saturday was an experience. Hopefully one I won’t be repeating anytime soon. As far as I could tell, the team from Norwich just kept battering the team from Yeovil until the ball ended up in ‘the net’ at which point 25,000 people jumped around like they’d won the lottery and at least three men picked me up and kissed me. I imagine that sense of camaraderie and tribalism is appealing to some, but I found it very claustrophobic. After the game (which I think resulted in a 3-0 win for Norwich City) Simon said “That’s the best they’ve played for a while – you’ll have to come again, you’re obviously a lucky charm.” I think I may have groaned a bit louder than I meant to, but he didn’t seem to notice. We met up with some ‘fellow supporters’ for a drink and I just felt lost in their conversations, which seemed to flit between an analysis of what the referee did wrong, a nostalgic look back to previous victories, and planning what the club should do five years hence when they’re playing in the Champions League. All fuelled by lots of lager. Not my scene at all, really, and I was relieved to get back on the bus and head home. Simon is nice enough, but I’m still suspicious of his sudden interest in me. My paranoid side is now telling me he’s jealous of the time I spend with his dad, and he’s worried I might be muscling in on his inheritance, so he’s trying to get close enough to suss me out and force me from his parents lives. Actually, with the way Ted keeps destroying me on the chess board that might not be such a bad thing.
Hannah has been a moody cow again. She just can’t cope with life when she’s not in a relationship. She keeps pressuring me to buy a car. She says it will give me ‘freedom and options’ but it’s really so I can give her and her mates lifts everywhere and pick them up from clubs, when it's too late for buses and taxis are expensive. I told her I didn’t put myself through the hell of driving lessons just so I could be a Taxi For Tarts. I think we may not be speaking for a while...
Hang on – Philippa’s car has just pulled into the car park. I’d better get back to my spreadsheet.

RC 11-3-10