I’d forgotten…

18 February, 2016

…how great John Denver was. I’m afraid I’m a sad country-music lover 🙂

I was reminded this evening, though, as I’ve embarked on another Radio 4 podcast-fest as I’m between books. This evening as I’m making some salads for dinner I’m listening to Ben Saunders on Desert Island Discs, and he chose this.

Speaking of loving country music (I’m not sure I have the right definition here, but in my mind it’s part of the same sort of genre) I was listening t’other day to some tuneZ I’ve put up on here whilst doing something repetitive at work. I loved them all, of course, but the one that jumped out and poked me the hardest was this one 🙂 Great tune, amazing voice, clever lyrics. Surprisingly excellent!



Work… not. Exciting plans, though.

27 December, 2009

I was meant to be at work tonight, but really didn’t feel like dragging myself out into the frozen wastes of coastal North West England. I did, though, only to learn that they didn’t need me after all. Rob asked if I minded not working. I didn’t really mind at all, and so I pocketed last week’s wages and trotted back home. It’s less than 5 minutes in the car, so no problem. At least he’s now taken a note of my phone number *g*

Wee Piggly is lying on the floor, here, bored. She doesn’t yet know, though, that we have exciting walking plans coming up.

Next weekend she and I are travelling North to walk with Challenge pals Ali and Sue, and their respective wee doggies. Ali has a Border Terrier–Pearl–so Piglet will be in her element.

After that, we’re off to the Dales for about 5 days with Colin–he of the tarp, and the handbag, and the over-worked sewing machine. Colin has plotted a cunning route that takes in pubs (hic!) for food (Piglet insisted on that), as well as wild camps in desolate, snowy places. I’m quite excited!

Piggly will be sporting a new harness, and prolly also a new coat: this is the one I have in mind. I know it’s possible to get shoes for dogs, but I’m hoping she won’t need them… I’ll take some cream for her wee paws, though, and monitor them daily, as we’re expecting snow and foul conditions.

Tomorrow I must take a look at my car. I know it needs some new windscreen wipery stuff as a little light has come on to tell me so, and Mango Terrier has advised me to keep an eye on the oil levels so I’ll be whipping out the manual to find out how to do that. I may even wash it!

Ooh! If it’s going to be *really* cold next week I might take my Paramo Salopettes. I’ve not worn them since… can’t remember! At least 18 months, I think. I rather like them, though, and they’re terribly snuggly.

The Restaurant, and work

19 December, 2009

Well, this series has finally dragged itself to a conclusion, and The Winkers won.

Ludicrous as it seems for RB and his partners to have chosen a team that doesn’t include a cook, I have to say I think it was the right decision between the two couples they’d left themselves with. Chris was a good cook, but I’ve already made my feelings about Nathan clear i.e. lazy, rude, careless. I think it would be madness to embark upon a business venture with him. The Winkers, on the other hand, are at least keen and inventive and they don’t give up (what a save with the cocktail, after the disaster with the souffle!), and they undoubtedly have spark and some charm.

If the restaurant doesn’t work out then I’ve no doubt that it would be possible to convert it into something the Winkers *can* actually run–another cocktail bar, for instance. Perhaps RB and his partners wouldn’t mind expanding into that market? I dunno.

I formed the impression, increasingly, that the Winkers simply wanted to go into any kind of business with RB, to gain his financial backing and the benefit of his experience–understandable–and that RB and his partners were more focussed on finding good business partners of *any* sort than potential restauranteurs. I suppose they already have plenty of restaurants between them. Understandable again, although a little unfortunate that the exercise took place on television within the context of a restaurant-running competition.

I still think, though, that Rebecca and Steve were the best qualified to win the competition according to its stated terms i.e. the couple best suited to provide satisfying food in a pleasant environment. Having said that, the standard this year seemed woefully low. I say that knowing and readily acknowledging that I have trouble boiling an egg, but I’m not holding myself up as a person qualified to run a restaurant.

Speaking of restaurants, work was pretty exhausting last night: 6.5 hours (6pm to 12.30am) of frantic service without a break. Others had been in much longer than me and they hadn’t had a break either. That’s simply the way it works there. Yes, it’s illegal, but those are the terms and I’m pretty sure they stand on a ‘take it or leave it’ basis.

I’m lucky in that if I get fed up I can afford to leave, but it’s bit of an eye opener about the conditions in which some people spend their working lives. Having said that, everybody was cheerful and friendly, and worked happily as a team. I’m still enjoying it. I’m a little daunted at the prospect of just how much busier it’s likely to get in the rest of the week, though, as the holiday comes to a head.

Work tonight — fun again :) And Piss-Piss got a clean bill of health!

12 December, 2009

Work was fun again tonight. The plates weren’t as sizzlingly hot, though they were still pretty heavy. I didn’t drop anything, though, or get yelled at–phew!–and after the food there was another really good male singer. Peeps were bopping around between the tables again, and as I left at 11.15pm a customer grabbed me and swirled me into a quick dance. Heh!

There’s always a drama, it seems, and tonight the lights went out at about 10pm. That added to the charm of the occasion, I felt, and we spent about 30 minutes distributing little candles around the tables.

I took Piss-Piss along to the vet this morning for her de-matting, dental examination, blood tests and claw trimming.

*sucks finger, ruefully*

She got a completely clean bill of health on the blood tests, to the vet’s surprise and my relief. She had two teeth out, though (amazing, when the young vet who checked her over on first arrival told me that she only had one…), and so hopefully her little mouth will soon be feeling less painful. She’s lovely and smart, now: tangle free! I’m sure it won’t last long… The bill came to (hang onto your hats) £144! £90 of that was for the blood tests. It’s worth it, though, to be sure that she’s okay.

And Piglet’s had a bath! I rarely bathe her–just once after each of her two coat strippings, on the advice of the groomer–but today what I thought was mud on her side after our walk turned out to be poo. Ugh! I didn’t realise until I’d tried to brush it out, thus gunking up the brush, and then to rub it off with my hand. She’s all fluffy, now, like a little teddy bear, and looks as though she’s put on a stone in weight. She appeared to enjoy it. My sister was here to help, so that made things much easier. Turns out she’s less wriggly in the bath when she’s in a head lock *g*