Ah, APEC week. Took the week off on account of them having built the Berlin wall around my building, though my manager has yet to come to grips with the idea of me not being at her beck and call, despite having rubberstamped my leave. Whatever.
It's not even proper leave, just the days in lieu I was owed, and I'm still on call, but only for important stuff. Not that anyone there has any sense of perspective, but never mind. More annoying was not getting any time to do anything I wanted. I was just so busy with cleaning and washing and weeding and scrubbing and chucking out. Did the bathroom at last, it has now been restored to shiny. Filled two thirds of the green bin with weeds, having crawled around on my hands and knees for days. Also have enough crap to fill up the yellow recycle bin three times over. I was very cross though, full on toddler tanty down the ack garden at one stage, but it later proved worth the effort.
I also made two pots of cumquat marmalade. It's a bit, er, tangy, despite all the sugar I poured into it, but never mind. At least I got to watch two of those ITV Jane Austens while I was boiling up the fruit. Yes, Billie did run up and down corridors a bit too much, but the poor girl probably thinks that's what it's all about - grin. Me, I found it amusingly nostalgic, but I'm glad I knew the book because they sure skipped lots.
Northanger Abbey was more fun, in an OTT campy gothic way, but I didn't mind, and I did like Bath as seething Georgian pick up joint. Sometimes I think folks try to tie Victorian standards to Georgian works. I can barely remeber the book, so I found it a lot more fun.
That was Wednesday. Wednesday night, during the Chaser no less, I became an orphan. It was all rather awful and I can't tell you about it because I'd rather never think of it, and my poor brother is a wreck. I hate that hospital. Death by postcode. It's true you know, because a friend's mother had a stroke and she went to a brand new hospital and is coming home. My mother went to a hospital worse than anything on Life on Mars and came out in a box.
So we came home rather shell shocked and put on the tv, desperate for ANYTHING, and found Damian Lewis in Much Ado About Nothing. And he made us laugh. Damian, I will always love you for that.
Thursday was a day of phonecalls (my job) and getting the house super scrubbed down and tarted up (both of us and bloody good thing I had it halfway there, eh, because those evil rellies from up the road did the old white glove test). We also went to the funeral directors. I went with White Ladies because their paperwork was always flawless (when I had to process it) and I like flawless and attention to detail (and so far so good though we still don't have a date for the funeral on account of APEC so not loving the George W. right now, or rather, far, far less than my usual extreme dislike - cause this time, it's very bloody personal).
FRiday was a public holiday so no admin stuff could be done. Had two visits. One rather uncomfortable, the other an old friend and it just ended up an old dvd and curry session which worked rather well for us, and at least they understood what we were going through.
I was just glad to have a friend over because I was feeling so alone and friendless. My brother's workmates had sent over enormous botannical displays, my work just sends me crappy 'stuff to do when you get back' emails. My brother's friends call, mine send over a large vase so I realise they won't be at the funeral, when I needed them to be there (going to have to go through that alone, I guess, though the last time I lost a parent my BF dumped me at the funeral, which was less than ideal, so I suppose I'm ahead there, having no BF to dump me this time 'round).
The rellies up the road are just awful, but the ones on the other side of the planet have been brilliant, with flowers, phone calls and emails. Especially cousin D, who isn't known for her tact (I know, that we could even be related, eh?) but she said just the right thing because I thought I was being too much of an automaton, more concerned with setting out the best china, but she said I was just being the grandma I apparently resemble inside out, and being the tough one.
Though it's hard. Work at least stops me thinking. I thought it'd be worse for my brother, because he was so close, but in the long run it'll be me who suffers, cause she never liked me and now never will (whch is why the UK lot have rallied for me and I love 'em so much for that right now).
Anyway, today was wet and cold and, guess what, that time of the month, so it was dvds again. Or rather Hot Fuzz while the chocolate cake was baking. Kinda surreal, having all the flowers arrive during Hot Fuzz but never mind. Love that fillum. Especially the Omen bit - too effing funny. It really was Midsommer Murders meets Die Hard. And the cop buddy stuff - I don't know what they were trying to say. And yeah, I can see the parallels with Life on Mars. But now I'm even more worried about what happened to Barnaby's first partner (cause if his exit was explained, I missed it, and how do we know he isn't mouldering away under the church?)
Watched lots of Stargate and Buffy and Doctor Who - it was Utopia - what fun. Who knew John Simm was capable of such scenery chewing hamminess. An so happy to have proper Jack back (as opposed to joyless Torchwood Jack). And Sir DJ - squee.
So anyway, that's why you've not heard from me this week. Just been sort of stumbling forward. Don't ask me when I'm selling up and moving out. I'm not there yet. Not for a while. I'm still just stumbling forward.
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