Holiday Week One
So the computer guy on the help desk really lived up to his name. He got me to back up all my files (I have so many that I think calling it organised chaos would be a stretch). He then got me to restore my laptop to factory settings. Idiot. When that didn't work he wanted to email me the details of their courier so I could send my laptop back. I'm guessing he forgot that I had just wiped the drivers for my modem and couldn't reinstall them as I have no dvd drive (the whole point of the call). Got there in the end though.
So Sunday was all about keeping the peace between Tom and my most favouritest nan in law (my arse). I cleaned up her house a bit while they had some tea and she gave her opinions on various aspects of life-it's worth noting that this is about the only thing she does strenuously these days.
Monday we got up fairly early got in the car and went for it. Remind me to avoid holidays in future. By the time we hit Thetford we had already had an argument and it takes under an hour to get there. I think it was a pointless argument too as I can't remember the content. Ah well I try to start as I mean to go on. About 5 hours later and only a couple of wrong turns we were in Wiltshire not far from Trowbridge. It's a really lovely part of the country with rolling hills and picturesque villages, the weather was warm and dry with the sun beaming through the clouds intermittently. We managed to get all the way to the end of the lane where the camp site was before we had a slight hitch. Tom tried to reverse having just missed the turning the trailer hit the curb and then hit the back of the car. We have like a small gash about the size of a fist in the back bumper and I couldn't stop giggling inanely which only irritated him further. Half the time I think I laugh out of nervousness rather than actually finding things funny, or at least I hope that's what it is see it's either that or I have a pretty shitty sense of humour. To vote please send your comments to.... kidding I don't actually want to know what you think cos I have a fair idea already.
Anyways the trip to Wiltshire was great, it rained once for a couple of hours but other than that it was unseasonably warm and dry. Longleat safari park wasn't as good as I had hoped but these days we tend to hype things to the point where no matter how good they are we are left with a ingrained sense of disappointment. The monkeys were pretty darn cute though, they crimbed freely over the car while I sat in awe at how dexterous and intelligent they seemed. Tom on the other hand was grumbling loudly next to me trying to move the car forward. Some people are never happy are they!
The nights there were perfect. I love my mod cons and who doesn't right, but sitting outside on a warm autumns evening complete silence and a reasonable book was just what my heart and mind needed. I would have loved a pen and paper to describe the scene as the light started to fade and at the far end of the field all that was visible was the silhouettes of fruit trees still laden with apples and plums. The only disturbance should have been the sound of the pigs snuffling up at the far end of the field or the odd bleet from the two sheep just yards away (should that be in metric now? My mind doesn't want to follow rules like metric or imperial or even 9-5 for work). Other than the animals there was tom. "Rachel, how come...?" "why does...?" I think he was bored, he has no patience for books or much of anything come to think of it. If someone really did get a round bum and not be able to sit still it would be him. It's comical mostly but I was enjoying the peace. I know it's mean to moan but there are times when I would be glad to be alone, if he showed an interest in things for more than a fleeting moment I wouldn't mind but halfway through an answer or explanation he is asking his next question or making a new observation.
You can't hear the traffic at night when your away and it's funny how much I missed it, counting the cars to focus just wasn't something I could do. Tom wasn't snoring and for once all was genuinely quiet. I must have laid there for hours trying to shut off. It's funny you can take a break from work physically but it never leaves your mind. Inside I was compiling mental to-o lists, working out run rates for new revenue to hit targets, calculating the number of long term agreements and so on. I do try and think of other stuff. Sometimes songs run around in my mind, random lyrics or notes that repeat till my mind hurts. Worries and unfounded anxieties. Is everyone like this inside? Does everyone else just not mention it like its taboo?
So Sunday was all about keeping the peace between Tom and my most favouritest nan in law (my arse). I cleaned up her house a bit while they had some tea and she gave her opinions on various aspects of life-it's worth noting that this is about the only thing she does strenuously these days.
Monday we got up fairly early got in the car and went for it. Remind me to avoid holidays in future. By the time we hit Thetford we had already had an argument and it takes under an hour to get there. I think it was a pointless argument too as I can't remember the content. Ah well I try to start as I mean to go on. About 5 hours later and only a couple of wrong turns we were in Wiltshire not far from Trowbridge. It's a really lovely part of the country with rolling hills and picturesque villages, the weather was warm and dry with the sun beaming through the clouds intermittently. We managed to get all the way to the end of the lane where the camp site was before we had a slight hitch. Tom tried to reverse having just missed the turning the trailer hit the curb and then hit the back of the car. We have like a small gash about the size of a fist in the back bumper and I couldn't stop giggling inanely which only irritated him further. Half the time I think I laugh out of nervousness rather than actually finding things funny, or at least I hope that's what it is see it's either that or I have a pretty shitty sense of humour. To vote please send your comments to.... kidding I don't actually want to know what you think cos I have a fair idea already.
Anyways the trip to Wiltshire was great, it rained once for a couple of hours but other than that it was unseasonably warm and dry. Longleat safari park wasn't as good as I had hoped but these days we tend to hype things to the point where no matter how good they are we are left with a ingrained sense of disappointment. The monkeys were pretty darn cute though, they crimbed freely over the car while I sat in awe at how dexterous and intelligent they seemed. Tom on the other hand was grumbling loudly next to me trying to move the car forward. Some people are never happy are they!
The nights there were perfect. I love my mod cons and who doesn't right, but sitting outside on a warm autumns evening complete silence and a reasonable book was just what my heart and mind needed. I would have loved a pen and paper to describe the scene as the light started to fade and at the far end of the field all that was visible was the silhouettes of fruit trees still laden with apples and plums. The only disturbance should have been the sound of the pigs snuffling up at the far end of the field or the odd bleet from the two sheep just yards away (should that be in metric now? My mind doesn't want to follow rules like metric or imperial or even 9-5 for work). Other than the animals there was tom. "Rachel, how come...?" "why does...?" I think he was bored, he has no patience for books or much of anything come to think of it. If someone really did get a round bum and not be able to sit still it would be him. It's comical mostly but I was enjoying the peace. I know it's mean to moan but there are times when I would be glad to be alone, if he showed an interest in things for more than a fleeting moment I wouldn't mind but halfway through an answer or explanation he is asking his next question or making a new observation.
You can't hear the traffic at night when your away and it's funny how much I missed it, counting the cars to focus just wasn't something I could do. Tom wasn't snoring and for once all was genuinely quiet. I must have laid there for hours trying to shut off. It's funny you can take a break from work physically but it never leaves your mind. Inside I was compiling mental to-o lists, working out run rates for new revenue to hit targets, calculating the number of long term agreements and so on. I do try and think of other stuff. Sometimes songs run around in my mind, random lyrics or notes that repeat till my mind hurts. Worries and unfounded anxieties. Is everyone like this inside? Does everyone else just not mention it like its taboo?
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