Where does the time go?

Saturday night and I’m sitting on my own with a bottle of wine and a computer. If I’m going to be married soon I guess I may as well get used to this kind of thing.  At least I’m blogging now, rather than in two hours time when I’m a bit inebriated and feeling morose and melancholy.
Philippa is ‘out with the girls’ which I believe is modern code for ‘sitting in a wine bar talking about willies and make-up.’ I have to work an early shift tomorrow so I’m being ultra-professional and staying at home to have an early night. (which is code for ‘getting nicely drunk and sitting up til 3 watching movies‘) 
I have a couple of old Billy Wilder films that I’ve never seen so I intend to indulge myself in their brilliance. 

I was approached at work this week about changing jobs. You may remember I had expressed an interest a while ago in taking a position with the Home Delivery team of drivers? Well the Manager In Charge Of Said Department asked if I fancied switching now so I could be in place in time for the Christmas rush. I said I’d think about it, and then I did think about it, and then I looked into the hours involved, and it turns out they get so busy in the two weeks prior to Christmas that everyone is expected to work 12-hour days and your last delivery on Christmas Eve is at 11pm, after which time you have to take the truck back to the store and complete all your paperwork. I stopped thinking about it at that point. I know my current position means I’ll have a very work-based Yuletide, but I don’t see the point of jumping out of the frying pan only to land somewhere equally as high on the temperature scale. If you get my drift.. (as the customer said to the snowplough driver)
We haven’t discussed it yet, but obviously this will be the first Christmas in a long time that both my sisters are within visiting distance, and I’m hoping beyond hope that we’ll be able to have a good get-together sometime in December. I’m not sure how we’ll achieve that when you consider that most of us work weird shift patterns but there we are. I’m sure we’ll get there somehow. 

And speaking of ‘getting there somehow’ there’s somewhere I’d like to get now, and that is drunk, and I know exactly how to get there, so I’m going to go there now.
Ta-ra!

RC 19-10-13