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Well, the weight is around 88 kilos, which is either a slight decrease on last week, or perfectly stationary, or a slight increase, depending on how the scales feel when I step on them. Personally I think that its a very slight decrease & this is doubly good given this weekends activities.
Firstly there was the Saturday birthday party we had that involved lots of people, lots of alcohol, juggling, a game of Great Dalmuti a game of Bhonanza & so on. It came to an end when I threw people out at 1-30am, but as it had been going on from 5pm & it was only the stragglers there & we’d run out of beer & the neighbours who live downstairs (and usually look after Lyra) had gone to bed about 20 minutes previously, I decided that enough was enough & gave the last 3 people their marching orders.
On Sunday we went to a dessert & DVD afternoon, where everyone had to bring a dessert & a DVD. We ate one & watched the other*. After fake-Australian chocolates, slabs of carrot cake, home made German-style biscuits, jam puff, chunks of home-made ice-cream, butterscotch soufflé & lashings of ginger beer** – we then rated the desserts & those that won got a prize; my (Tesco's issue) Christmas pudding won me a hip flask & small bottle of whiskey, which I was rather chuffed with. We then settled down to watch the Iron Giant & Mr & Mrs Smith before wandering off to Wagamamas & then going home. As you can tell, it was hardly an abstemious weekend, so 88kilos – go me!
It was also an interesting weekend in other ways: the house in Hilversum remains resolutely unbought thanks to the postal service here in the Netherlands – we were on the train to get to the estate agents to sign said contract, when we got a phone call: it hadn’t arrived, so there was nothing for us to sign. As a result, we’re going on a merry dance on Wednesday - I plan on leaving the office at 12-30, going to the train station, taking the hours train to Bussum, signing the contract, taking the next train back to Amsterdam & going to the meeting with the mortgage broker that afternoon.
Either it will work, or it wont. I cant say that it’s a fun way of spending holiday; on the plus side, however, I’ve just had it confirmed from HR that I get 2 days extra holiday allowance when I move home, which is a very nice addition indeed.
S
* For those who don’t understand: we ate the desserts & watched the DVD’s.
** I’m fibbing about the ginger-beer.
Firstly there was the Saturday birthday party we had that involved lots of people, lots of alcohol, juggling, a game of Great Dalmuti a game of Bhonanza & so on. It came to an end when I threw people out at 1-30am, but as it had been going on from 5pm & it was only the stragglers there & we’d run out of beer & the neighbours who live downstairs (and usually look after Lyra) had gone to bed about 20 minutes previously, I decided that enough was enough & gave the last 3 people their marching orders.
On Sunday we went to a dessert & DVD afternoon, where everyone had to bring a dessert & a DVD. We ate one & watched the other*. After fake-Australian chocolates, slabs of carrot cake, home made German-style biscuits, jam puff, chunks of home-made ice-cream, butterscotch soufflé & lashings of ginger beer** – we then rated the desserts & those that won got a prize; my (Tesco's issue) Christmas pudding won me a hip flask & small bottle of whiskey, which I was rather chuffed with. We then settled down to watch the Iron Giant & Mr & Mrs Smith before wandering off to Wagamamas & then going home. As you can tell, it was hardly an abstemious weekend, so 88kilos – go me!
It was also an interesting weekend in other ways: the house in Hilversum remains resolutely unbought thanks to the postal service here in the Netherlands – we were on the train to get to the estate agents to sign said contract, when we got a phone call: it hadn’t arrived, so there was nothing for us to sign. As a result, we’re going on a merry dance on Wednesday - I plan on leaving the office at 12-30, going to the train station, taking the hours train to Bussum, signing the contract, taking the next train back to Amsterdam & going to the meeting with the mortgage broker that afternoon.
Either it will work, or it wont. I cant say that it’s a fun way of spending holiday; on the plus side, however, I’ve just had it confirmed from HR that I get 2 days extra holiday allowance when I move home, which is a very nice addition indeed.
S
* For those who don’t understand: we ate the desserts & watched the DVD’s.
** I’m fibbing about the ginger-beer.