Day off? Check.
Coffee? Check.
Muffin? Check.
Beautiful sunny day outside? *closes curtains and opens epic fantasy WIP on laptop*

Also, I'm guessing water pissing out of the bottom of my filter coffee percolator near the cable isn't a good thing? Farewell faithful friend, you have served me well through many years of caffeine fuelled filth.

( Pale Rider musings )

In other writing news, while sorting out crap in my room I found a copy of The Egyptian Affair I'd printed out ages ago - and I'd completely forgotten I'd written Ardeth into it at the end. He's not named, but it's meant to be him. *sporfles*

My mum's birthday tomorrow, so we spent this afternoon having tea and cakes and strawberries and cream. Om nom nom.

( My buns, let me show you them )

Finally - OMG Top Gear! I know for about the last three series' we've all been 'it can't possibly get any gayer', but this one really seems to be the one where they're acknowledging the slash *howls with laughter*

...I was going to do the current meme, but I can't think of particularly interesting answers to most of them, so I shall spare you the tedium, LOL.

Anyway. Back to work today, to discover that (a) my line manager is changing (from the Office Manager to, er 'The' Manager. Gawd 'elp us.), (b) I shall be working for 2 project managers after the new year instead of just one, and (c) this will mean moving offices. Er, next door (ie back into the one I moved out of this time last year, only now with different occupants).

On the plus side, we had the re-opening ceremony for the maternity wing refurb we've been working on this morning, which meant the local MP doing the ribbon cutting thing, and, more importantly, free cake. And then the lunchtime special was a HUGE yorkshire pudding with sausages, mash and onion gravy. I can haz nap naow?

mmmmmn!cake...

Phew. Knackered. Me mum's birthday today, so I not only baked a cake this morning, I also cooked a roast chicken lunch with all the trimmings. I iz domestic goddess, yo.

As an added bonus, chicken sandwiches for supper means not having to rush round and cook/eat something before Top Gear starts...

I haz an upgrade, yayz! Bumped up a banding and a scale point to the next pay level for this secondment. (Which is something like £600 over a year, and I'll only be getting it for 3 months, and there'll be tax out of that, so it's probably only actually enough for an extra pizza or something, but still, yayz!)

Cake update: we just finished off the homemade alcohol-soaked fruitcake that m'colleague had been given, and a couple of minutes later the girl from up t' corridor came in with some 'experimental' cake she'd made for us to try (lemon cake with dark chocolate chunks).

Today is turning out rather better than I'd expected (given that it started with me falling asleep again after my alarm went off and having an insane rush to catch the train).

And tomorrow - free beer at festival sponsors' event! *even bigger yayz*

Today's cake, because I know you're interested, is - apricot.

And today's question - Saxondale/Raymond, Y/N?

So last Friday was our works Christmas 'do', and I'm wondering if drinking for 14 hours straight was terribly sensible...although it did have the effect of heightening the impression that my boss is somehow channelling Jeremy Clarkson. He reminds me of him even when I'm sober, so after *that* much alcohol it was getting quite surreal. (sneaking suspicion I may have drunkenly pointed this out to him, but kinda hoping he won't remember...)


in less blurry news - I've just made my Christmas cake, and it's now happily doing its magic in the oven, yay!