Ok, actually they've overlapped. my crazy schedule of the past few weeks really caught up with me this morning. When GG came for a snuggle this morning, I tried to respond only to find someone had glued my eyes shut, and tied lead weights to my arms and legs. Moving was hard, waking up even harder. When I eventually struggled out of bed, I had a brief spurt of energy to put the rubbish and recycling out, which problem died as soon as I walked into the office.

We are approaching the end of panto, just 6 shows to go, and after next Wednesday when I'll have finished another get in, that will be almost it in theatre for another year. I'm hoping to do another panto in early Feb, the touring production of Cats in July and hopefully a school production of Les Mis in Novmber, but none of that is guaranteed...and all of it could be thrown down the swanny if I get another job that doesn't have such flexible working hours or annual leave and lieu time arrangements....humph!

So, the day job. Today is supposed to be the day our monthly enewsletter gets sent out. the guy who normally pulls it together is in Ireland for the week, so yours truly has been lumbered with it. Unfortunately, the "manager" (don't get me started!) who is supposed to be proofing and approving it has gone to yoga....yes, bloody yoga, during office hours! Honestly, it's no wonder we're nearly £50k in the red when our so-called managers would rather go exercise their gluteus maximuses than do any work! Another one of them had no work to do in the last week before Christmas, so spent her time moving everyone elses files around and stuffing them into filing cabinets, and she's off all this week and nobody can find anything....grr!  Is it any wonder job satisfaction and motivation are at an all time low....

2 blogs in one day - steady! Just a quick thing - I've just been offered the chance to be a deputy followspot on Monty Python's Spamalot in the West End...tempting...depends on the full time job really, and whether I'm worried that it may cost more on the train than the job pays. The shows in the evening are 8pm, and running time is 2 hours 20 - could be home by midnight, and it wouldn't be every night...can get there in an hour from my current job...

And another thing - the 16 year old is the only spinner...can I prove everybody wrong, perform a moohoosive u-turn, pull my finger out, do the fitness and let my bat and the ball do the rest - would be one hell of a long road back...worth it? Answers on a postcard please! 

when you have no work to do?? Ok, I have a few little things I could be getting on with, and one fairly big thing that I'm struggling to get my head round, and another chunk of work that not having my laptop for is proving to be tricky...but other than that, I have nothing to do!

It's a very dangerous state to be in - I'm likely to spend money over the internet just for something to do! What I really should be doing is looking for a job I guess...not that we've had any further news, but I probably should be looking to move on anyway. Trouble is, I don't think I'll find a job that's a cushy as this one...although I guess if I actually had to work a bit harder I might get paid more...logic? Nah, you're right, it won't work like that!

Cars are great aren't they? They are useful for getting places that public transport doesn't reach, for storing stuff in occasionally, and of course for gouging out great holes in your bank balance...today we had one of our cars serviced and MOT-ed (we're briefly back up to 2 cars cos my brother decided he didn't want to take mine off me), and ouch did it hurt! Cost about twice as much as I was expecting owing to the fact that the front suspension thingies both needed replacing.

What I hate most about the whole car servicing service is that when the garage phones you to say it needs £400 worth of work just to pass the MOT, you have no choice but to say yes and swallow the bill, because you don't know any better and don't have the capability to fix it yourself. It's the same problem as say, a gas engineer, or a plumber.

To add insult to injury, a reminder dropped on the doormat today from GG's car insurance company to tell her it's time to renew. But the renewal date?? Tomorrow! What kind of shit reminder is that?! Someone at that company needs to sort their system out to give people a reasonable amount of notice - I mean, in this day and age where copmuters to everything to save them having to provide too much extra power to the chicken shed in India, surely changing the reminder send out date on their little computers wouldn't be that difficult! 

Ok, so I never actually really run, more like jogging....ok, more like putting one foot in the other at a marginally greater pace than when walking. Nobody ever said I was designed for running. I have short, heavy legs which generate a surprising amount of speed for their length (are they proportional? I don't know, I'm not a sport scientist!), but which do not seemed designed to cover great distances. My feet regularly object to being pounded into the ground by my own body weight, despite investing in new supportive trainers designed to stop me over-pronating (uh-hmm, uh-hmm, yeah I agree), and my cardio-vascular endurance comes a close second to that of a hippo on sleeping tablets.

But, I have had enough of staring at my computer screens (note the plural - I am showing off to my inferior colleagues by displaying my work on two different monitors so I look incredibly productive....or something) and I have a banging headache, so getting out into the fresh air may be starting to look a little bit like the better option. Added to which, I've sort of set myself the aim of doing some exercise everyday, without making excuses like I'm tired, or it's raining, cos I'm always tired and at the moment it's nearly always raining! Trouble is, apparently you have to do at least 15 minutes of exercise for it to be beneficial in a cardio-vascular sense, and there's no way I can run for that long at the moment - my quads are still recovering from Monday's expedition, and that was a pathetic 5 minutes before I felt like dying!

I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances - just like Gimli, son of Gloin!!