Conundrums

Or should that be 'conundra'??? Mikey I'm sure will tell me.

Seem to have a lot of things to think about and to be making sweet fanny adams progress on any of them. Votes and views as ever welcome, starting with….

Shall we move house? Really want a bigger living space to entertain all you 'orrible lot and to be able to have more than a calf's width of space around the coffee table. That's a leg calf, dumbkopf, not a recipe for veal. But it would obviously cost a bomb and we're not quite sure where we can find a house the shape that we want – big space downstairs – without it having 6 bedrooms for me only to use to dry the laundry in..

Or how about the one about shall we do the kitchen extension? Still not heard for sure what the wondrous council will decree about our plans but highly likely that a big fat Not on your Nelly is in snail mail on its way back to us. If we can only do the smaller extension (straight out, but not out to the side as well) than not sure we'll go ahead. Quite fancy an 'island' in me kitchen, so I can drink my G&T in comfort as Chef Hawkes preps the supper…

And why am I so clumsy on the hockey pitch when my mind thinks its absolutely going to make the tackle, but the stubborn flesh refuses to play ball. Not only managed to fall over my own feet in the D with no opposition anywhere near me to blame it on (cue cackles of laughter from my very non-sympathetic team, swines) but also manged to be (almost) running up the pitch with the ball, only to jam my stick under my feet, trip over it, lose the ball (cue more howls of abuse) and spawn a huge bruise on my arm. Numnut.

And why is there a weird white thing growing on my chin? Not providing any of the satisfaction of a spot to squeeze, but looking a bit odd. Ah the joy of being in your forties…. facial protuberances not required.

But possibly biggest question of all, is what am I going to do about work? Just not enjoying it and its a hell of a feeling knowing you're trapped in a job till death do us part solely because of the rather essential health insurance. I seem to have attracted a bunch of headhunters of late who I palm off with the standard 'no, I'm not looking for a move right now' response… suspect they wouldn;t be quite so keen if they knew the half of it! But its crap to feel trapped and stuck, and I'm guessing its only going to feel more like this as time, hopefully, goes by. Arse bugger. Never thought I'd be working to maintain Pru Health and my Death in Service benefit. What a weird bloody world we live in….

Allt his serves me right for having drunk too much last night and being bunged up with a cold and a hanger on my head, pondering the meaning of the universe and why people on proerty programmes paint thei rdining rooms coral. When will I learn that having no lunch and then skipping dinner in favour of vast amounts of rum not only gives you a hangover but totally cocks up the calories as you then eat half a horse to soak it up the next day. Still, that bacon baguette was mighty fine…

Sigh – back to the Sunday Times, a swift game of Dr Who Monster Match and maybe a few rounds of Boggle before H gets back from his Brizzle weekend. Where's my beloved Travel section???

Answers on a postcard as ever…..

Sx