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My week and welcome to it...
Mar. 9th, 2008 09:33 pmHasn't been a very busy week overall. I had no meetings at all this week, which is, I think, some sort of record for a time when I am not on holiday.
HWMBO's first week at his new job seemed to go well. I made spaghetti and meatballs (with Mother Hansen's Spaghetti and Meatballs recipe) and we had that for a couple of days. I thought that I didn't like wholewheat spaghetti, but as long as you cook it enough it's tasty when used with something like a tomato sauce. I don't think I'd like it with butter and cheese.
Continuing on the culinary topic, I then made a stew on Thursday evening. It was a beef stew, and I decided to use one of the cans of Guinness that have been languishing in the fridge for a while as part of the liquid for the stew. It did turn out quite tasty, if I do say so myself.
I am still on the bench at work, so I am going in two days a week and working at home the rest of the time. I went into the office on Thursday to have lunch with Sadé, one of my co-workers who is just a delightful person. She is the kind of person that you want to be a co-worker in every office you work in. We had a lovely lunch, and I hope she gets off the bench before I do. She's recently back from maternity leave, and would love to get her teeth into a good project.
Saturday we went to Tate Britain to see the Peter Doig exhibition. HWMBO thought it was good; I was not very impressed, I fear. Only one or two of the pictures were worth hanging in our home, which is my method of judging art. HWMBO was so impressed that he bought the exhibition catalogue, which he almost never does ("Too expensive!" he usually exclaims.) I was going to go to the gym afterwards, but my knee was acting up, so we did something really silly and walked from the Tate to the Photographer's Gallery by way of Old Compton Street. I noticed that Metal Morphosis seems to have moved from its little hole-in-the-wall basement shop at the end of the street to...somewhere? A Google reveals that they now have a studio in Selfridges. How posh! (pronounced "poe-sh")
The Photographer's Gallery had a prize exhibition on; one of the photographers had a very sad exhibition about women's lot in India. The sad horrible stories were written besides the photographs.
Today was our last day as Companions in Mission; we had a Eucharist at St. Anne's that was relatively Liberal Catholic and (for St. Anne's) well planned. I think it might have been a bit too High Church for them, but they hung in there and we enjoyed it. The Associate Vicar (who is on maternity leave) dropped by and that was quite nice; I saw her new son for the first time (cute, like all babies).
Gym this afternoon, and then decompression this evening. Tomorrow, back to the rat race.
The rats are winning.
HWMBO's first week at his new job seemed to go well. I made spaghetti and meatballs (with Mother Hansen's Spaghetti and Meatballs recipe) and we had that for a couple of days. I thought that I didn't like wholewheat spaghetti, but as long as you cook it enough it's tasty when used with something like a tomato sauce. I don't think I'd like it with butter and cheese.
Continuing on the culinary topic, I then made a stew on Thursday evening. It was a beef stew, and I decided to use one of the cans of Guinness that have been languishing in the fridge for a while as part of the liquid for the stew. It did turn out quite tasty, if I do say so myself.
I am still on the bench at work, so I am going in two days a week and working at home the rest of the time. I went into the office on Thursday to have lunch with Sadé, one of my co-workers who is just a delightful person. She is the kind of person that you want to be a co-worker in every office you work in. We had a lovely lunch, and I hope she gets off the bench before I do. She's recently back from maternity leave, and would love to get her teeth into a good project.
Saturday we went to Tate Britain to see the Peter Doig exhibition. HWMBO thought it was good; I was not very impressed, I fear. Only one or two of the pictures were worth hanging in our home, which is my method of judging art. HWMBO was so impressed that he bought the exhibition catalogue, which he almost never does ("Too expensive!" he usually exclaims.) I was going to go to the gym afterwards, but my knee was acting up, so we did something really silly and walked from the Tate to the Photographer's Gallery by way of Old Compton Street. I noticed that Metal Morphosis seems to have moved from its little hole-in-the-wall basement shop at the end of the street to...somewhere? A Google reveals that they now have a studio in Selfridges. How posh! (pronounced "poe-sh")
The Photographer's Gallery had a prize exhibition on; one of the photographers had a very sad exhibition about women's lot in India. The sad horrible stories were written besides the photographs.
Today was our last day as Companions in Mission; we had a Eucharist at St. Anne's that was relatively Liberal Catholic and (for St. Anne's) well planned. I think it might have been a bit too High Church for them, but they hung in there and we enjoyed it. The Associate Vicar (who is on maternity leave) dropped by and that was quite nice; I saw her new son for the first time (cute, like all babies).
Gym this afternoon, and then decompression this evening. Tomorrow, back to the rat race.
The rats are winning.
