- walking, walking, walking in my lunch-breaks.
- but not being at all impressed with the sh**te selection I loaded onto my iPod last time I synched it.
- not drinking – alcohol that it is. Can’t afford it, it’s not good for me and I need to lose weight, seriously. Seriously!
- teaching two newbies how that Facebook thingyme works – my friend Shelley and my newest recruit, Mum!
- watching Avatar. At two hours and forty two minutes, this was a significant chunk of this week. Loved it, only wish Whangarei stretched to a 3D-capable cinema.
- spending the voucher I got for being nominated for “Employee of the Month” – point and laugh at my teacher’s petness if you must, but 50 bucks to blow at The Warehouse is not to be sniffed at in these stretched economic times.
- digging holes for the new hebes and rosemary I bought with said $50 voucher.
- moaning about the sore back and sore shoulder and sore knee that resulted from all the digging of the holes.
- realising that some people thrive on pettiness, bitchiness and just being unkind behind other people’s backs, but there ain’t a single thing you can do about it.
- enjoying the company of our neighbours at Clyde and Vanessa’s 30th birthday do last night. We are lucky to have such cool people living close by – even though some of them are slightly crazy with the cool.
- wondering if I have enough money for that gorgeous black and white halter-neck cotton dress (to wear at cousin Stu’s wedding next month) I saw in the window of Himalayan Trading Post…
- swimming in our pool, despite it being so bloody freezing (the south-west wind has been lurking all week) it numbed my outer extremeties in milliseconds
- and finally, making home-made pizza for tonight’s dinner. Mine’s cooking as I type this: salami and pepperoni on one half; smoked salmon on the other, dotted with blue cheese, sliced tomato and red onion and covered generously with mozzarella and parmasen. Oh, yeah!
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