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My mother went on holiday a couple of weeks ago and came back with a cold, which she gave to me. Now there's a souvenir. My sickest day was last Monday which was, oh no, my first day at the new job. I came home exhausted and went straight to sleep. Still, after the first week, I can say the new job seems okay. It feels a bit weird after (a) so many years at the old job and (b) six months of not working at all, but I think I'll settle in. Unlike the old job, this place has an actual policy about social media use, including prohibitions on discussing people and workplace problems, so that's the end of that fertile source of LJ entries for me.
Despite being at death's door with my cold, I had quite a busy week. I went to the cinema twice. Twice in one week! What a gadabout. Two Australian films about attitudes to refugees: Ladies in Black, set in a ladies' dress department in the 1950s, and The Merger, set in a country town in the present day. Then on Thursday I had the last of my annual theatre subscription tickets for the year, being the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra's annual regional tour. The conductor came out at the start and greeted the First Violin, only instead of the handshake she was expecting, he gave her a very awkward hug. When he turned back to his rostrum, she gave the audience a "no idea what that was about" shrug. It was an odd little moment.
Here is a really big turnip. I mean, REALLY BIG. I just looked up a growth chart and it's heavier than an average five-year-old. That's a lot of turnip mash.
Despite being at death's door with my cold, I had quite a busy week. I went to the cinema twice. Twice in one week! What a gadabout. Two Australian films about attitudes to refugees: Ladies in Black, set in a ladies' dress department in the 1950s, and The Merger, set in a country town in the present day. Then on Thursday I had the last of my annual theatre subscription tickets for the year, being the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra's annual regional tour. The conductor came out at the start and greeted the First Violin, only instead of the handshake she was expecting, he gave her a very awkward hug. When he turned back to his rostrum, she gave the audience a "no idea what that was about" shrug. It was an odd little moment.
Here is a really big turnip. I mean, REALLY BIG. I just looked up a growth chart and it's heavier than an average five-year-old. That's a lot of turnip mash.