delga | { breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel. }

We had the post-wedding family get-together this weekend so I was busy a) cleaning the tip that was my room and b) hanging out with my cousins. An excellent time was had, and despite The Ash Cloud of Doom that was apparently menacing other parts of Britain, we had an absolutely gorgeous couple of days. I have a few pictures to show but I'll share those once I'm back from the upcoming weekend's shenanigans - those being Denz's wedding. !!!! Insane. Although, after much searching last night, I finally managed to book a room at a Travelodge, so at least now I have somewhere to stay. Initially I was going to crash at Denz's flat (she'll be at her parents') but I realised that her family would probably need the space so I gave it up. Going to work on Friday will be interesting, to say the least.

Things I had to explain to my grandmother last night: my wall of cards. She just couldn't understand liking an image in its own right. I have a poster of the men at lunch on a Manhattan skyscraper in the middle of all the postcards people have sent me in the last five years, and she was like, so, are they actors? Is it a cricket team? No, granny, it's just a photo.

And who are these two?

They're nuns, gran.

And why are there so many birds?

I don't know; people send them to me. Look, they're letters.

But why are they on your wall?

...because I like them?

And so on and so forth. She went to the other side of the room (she's staying with us this week and she had come up to talk to me before I went to sleep; she likes to poke around my stuff because my room is quite a bit different to my cousins' rooms - namely I have more books and DVDs and the like) and saw more cards, and then the whole thing started up again. Plus: plastic ducks. That was a conversation unto itself. Oh boy.

Work is stressing me out a bit because there's a lot to do and one of my two not-bosses keeps handing me work to do that is a) her work and b) outside my remit. I'm happy to do someone a favour if it helps them out or whatever, but I have my own workload. It's an extremely visible workload as it is all over my desk. I can't say anything though because it would seem very petty, the tasks being quite small. But a handful of quite small tasks becomes a number of obstacles to my day and and and ARGH. Je suis frustrate. I'm going to have to speak to my actual boss when she comes in on Wednesday because this is getting ridiculous.

I have been listening to a lot of songs by The Pussycat Dolls? Ugh, I don't know! They are good to walk to! Colour me shameful.

GUYS HIPSTER WHO LOLOLOLOLOL. I don't even really know what that was but hey, next week's episode combines two of my favourite things! Also, I apparently now watch Ashes to Ashes every week, despite never having seen more than 20 minutes of Life on Mars and nothing prior to this current season. Whatever. It is so enjoyable! I am genuinely surprised how much enjoyment I get from it.

Almost time to leave for work. Who knows, maybe The Dad will give me a lift in again? EXCELLENT.