boxing clever (or not)

It has been a busy week. First of, amid much excitement, all my boxes arrived from the Czech Republic. However, upon opening the boxes I was disappointed to discover that my clothes, shoes and other essentials were not nearly as exciting or attractive as I remember them being. Quite why I thought I needed a scuffed up pair of silver boots with a wobbly heel or a packet of hair conditioner for curly hair is beyond me. But I left a massive carbon stamp-print trying to get them here.

Things are still in boxes as, predictably, I don’t have enough storage space for all this crap.

But I was happy to receive my CD’s and DVD’s. I also have not one, but 8 mismatching wine glasses to drink out of. So that was exciting. Oh and plates, you'll be pleased to hear. I don't have to eat out of a washing up bowl any more.

After last weeks blizzards I am happy to report that this weekend was temperate 16 degrees – 20 degrees. On Saturday, despite one too many wines with a colleague the night before, I managed to wake up at 8am and go running along the coast. I tried racing cargo ships. Despite having a brutal weight of several thousand tons, the ships won.

In the evening I went to a house party hosted by a vet from Guatemala. Actually he is a bit more than a vet. Food companies pay him tens of thousands to make battery farmed chickens more happy. Well I'm sure I could come up with a few suggestions for that too for a one off payment.

He has an extensive collection of wine and south american rum and his hobby is growing rare psychotropic plants from around the world and also growing potent chillis. I wondered if he ever got his crops mixed up? Either way you’d be in for a nasty surprise.

Anyway he is lovely and also a keen martial artist so we are going to have an evening of crap martial arts movies. Vunderbar.

I attended my first BBQ of the season on his terrace. In the morning I felt fine again, which was odd, so I had breakfast on my terrace before struggling to assemble ikea furniture. Luckily I was rescued by my German friend Ute who took me to a beach near the black sea.
I fell in trying to long jump across a channel, hardly suprising considering my legs are only 2 inches long in heels, and had to spend the next hour walking about in sodden jeans. Luckily by the time we reached a restaurant with a terrace I was sort of dry so we stopped to get our insides wet instead and watched the ships awaiting clearance to go down the Bospherous. This woman is in her mid thirtys and in the morning ran 18k before we went on a 2 hour hike and then she helped me finish my furniture. Mental.

Work is busy but fraught with complications. Even getting the most seeminly obvious information that should be accessible to everyone (KPI’s and churn rates) is a bloody marathon. At this rate it would be quicker for me to contact VF UK and get the bloody info from them.

Anyway tonight an exciting night finishing some shelving and unpacking my books. Oh how the mighty fall!