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Time alone

Jon has been at his new job for 3 full months now. Three months is not a lot, and still, it feels like it’s been so much longer!

We knew from the start that this new role would entail lots of travelling, and it hasn’t been too bad apart for a couple of full weeks abroad. At the beginning it’s weird, as we hadn’t spent so much time apart since back in 2008 when he was working at The Point in Dublin.

But after some time, I’ve got used to spending some time alone. At first I idealised the situation, promising myself that in those days I would cook food that I like but Jon doesn’t, I would do lots of crafting, I would read more, etc. But I am afraid that not much of that has actually happened.

On average, Jon spends one night or two away every week and what do I do to make the most of that time alone? Nothing.

I’ve been terribly busy at work in the last few weeks, working many long hours. When Jon is away I make the most of the fact that I don’t have to get back home to him so I start at 7am and I don’t get home until 6:30 or later (and only because little Tom needs feeding)

So by the time I get home I am so tired that I don’t fancy cooking, crafting or reading. I prepare a light bite and plompf in front of the TV for a while before it’s time to go to bed again.

To be perfectly honest, I am doing this for two reasons:

1) Because we actually have this very demanding job at work that needs the hours put into, and
2) Because I am earning some very valuable brownie points with my boss, and I’ve got a feeling that I am going to need those brownie points sooner than i think. But that’s another story for another day…

For now, it’s time to put another episode of Big Bang Theory and retire to bed. Tomorrow it’s going to be another long day.

News news news, or a quick update

Many things have happened in the last few days. I still have no (decent) internet connection at home so I struggle to find the time to maintain the blog updated. Working on the house takes up most of my time…

So I thought I’d write one of those blog entries where I mention many things but don’t talk about anything in particular or in detail.

You are now leaving Surrey
My first impressions about the move from Surrey to Hampshire.

– Council tax in Byfleet was £1,295 a year for a two bed maissonette with barely any grounds. In Basingstoke we pay £1,365 for a three bed fully detached house with garden twice the size and a huge garage. That is £5.8 extra a month. Sounds like a great deal to me!

– Basingstoke and Deane Council are collecting our black bins every week, rather than fortnightly. Very handy, especially when you’ve just moved and are generating tons of crap for the first few weeks.

– Basingstoke people are not Surrey people. And you will only understand this statement if you’ve lived in Surrey… 🙂

– The road system that I already mention the other day is way better than any roads I’ve ever driven around Surrey. More double carriageways and better looked after (except the potholes in my neighbourhood/building site)

– The shops in Festival Place open until 8pm every working day. They only open until 8 on Thursdays in the Peacocks centre in Woking or the Guildford one…
I survived my day trip to Madrid
A few notes that I wrote down on my “lightining visit” to Madrid last week: (I will write a bit more in detail about this “episode” in a day or two)
– Men are still wearing tons of hair gel in the old-school-posh “repeinado” style and are wearing their jumpers over their shoulders. (I’m really struggling to find a photo that represents this, which I find amazing because there are soooo many men with that style in Spain!)

– People are still smoking too much… everywhere… even inside the airports!

– Huge publicity banners and posters everywhere, especially by the side of major roads, where I thought they had got forbidden a few years ago because they are distracting to drivers…

– Impressed about the amount of detached and terraced houses that could be seen in the outskirts of Madrid (I always explain to everybody that 90% of “houses” in Spain are flats, but I think I’m going to have to start changing that figure to at least 75%, as they are building more and more houses -unifamiliares-)

– How green every thing looks from the airplane, although I must say that it is a different shade of green. In the UK you find a more yellowish-green, whereas in Spain the shade is darker (of course, it is due to the very different vegetation)

– Women generally smell gorgeous (they make an effort to look clean and elegant)

– The horrible English language/accent that the Iberia flight attendants speak (now that BA and Iberia have merged, I hope that the company forces them to improve their level). I really struggled to understand a word they were saying, and I really believe that native English did too.

Other general stuff maybe worth mentioning (or maybe not):
– I don’t like Chris Moyles very much. I miss Scott Mills in the mornings (I also don’t find him “that” funny in the afternoons. I thought he was better at 7am)

– The house is looking great, although I am still panicking about the huge amount of boxes still left in storage that we have to take home with us and try to find a place for.

– The shop attendants at Paul Simon in Byfleet seem to be retarded. All of them. Three times we’ve been there ordering/collecting curtains and all three times we’ve been served by someone who is clearly missing some important neurons in their brain. Shocking.

– Traffic has started getting worse in the mornings. And the journey home->work is averaging 1 hour now, instead of 45 minutes. Let’s hope it doesn’t get worse than that, otherwise I’ll have to start stealing petrol somewhere…

– I need to dye my hair and have it cut too. I simply don’t have the time and the increasing amount of grey hairs in my head aren’t doing me any favours.

– In the last few weeks something very weird has been happening to me. We don’t have a dishwasher yet (actually, hopefully Jon will be installing it today if it gets delivered in time) and I’ve been doing the washing up by hand. The thing is that when I start washing up, all these weird old memories keep coming up in my head. I think of people that I had almost forgotten, situations that happened a long time ago and had been buried in the “not worth remembering” side of my brain. And I can’t find an explanation to this “phenomenon”. I have no idea what has triggered all these old memories. The funny thing is that almost 95% of the time that this happens it’s whilst I’m doing the washing up, which is something that I have never done on a regular basis for different reasons (in the family home my mum would do the washing, at Uni I was in not-self-catered-Halls, then the last three years we’ve had a dishwasher…) so I can’t associate the fact of “doing the washing up” with all those people/situations… Very weird and it’s doing my head in…

– My new favourite “fashion” programme is Project Runway. With Sky+ I can record all programmes that I like. I just happened to watch the first episode of Season 3 on Sky one day and I loved it, so I set the whole series to record. And now I am hooked! Season 4 has just begun and of course I am recording it as well!