A hectic fortnight. (not Fully Hectic, though)

OK, well, in the last little while, I've done any number of things, most of which I ran late to.

For one thing, I worked a huge amount. Two of the people at my work had to take time off, so I was pulling double shifts, which is a good thing since, and I don't know if I mentioned this already, but I'm just going to go right ahead and complain again, my fridge exploded. Well, stopped working. So more money is, even more than usually, A Good Thing.

Also, if time is money, then Catie and I have spent a small fortune on house-hunting. This has been largely unsuccessful, but, y'know, so it goes. If worst comes to worst we can make do with another six months at Lilyfield, but with more and more builders and suchlike awfulnesses. Well, perhaps I'm being melodramatic now. (NB. Yes, definitely).

This last fortnight in particular has stood out for chaoticness for several reasons. Firstly, my father had kidney stones and had to have an operation, and three days off work. (Regarding this point, everyone, especially you, Pun, is forbidden to comment. The entire damn suburb rang us up and asked him about it in hideous detail. The poor guy deserves a break.)

Then, just as he was recovering from his operation and still feeling horrible, my paternal grandfather passed away on Sunday night, so we went to his funeral on Friday. (again, please no comments re. this bit, complete strangers have been commiserating with me all week, and I've had enough). I realise that perhaps if I don't want you people to respond, then I shouldn't post about it, but it seems sort of awful not to even mention something like that.

On a sort of counterpoint to this, however, my maternal grandmother's 94th birthday party was also this week, so that was good.

Also, they filmed the "makeover" episode of Tim's tv show, which basically means an enforced haircut. Would you believe that when the cameras stop rolling on those shows, they have to give the clothes back? Even the shoes had tape over the soles so they wouldn't scuff them for resale.

So anyway, I had to drive Tim to Paddington to have his haircut (because I had a car, and was at his house, because we'd seen Memoirs of a Geisha late the night before, and it would have been pretty harsh to be like "bye! I'll be driving home now, enjoy your 4 bus rides at 7:30 in the morning, and also, have fun on your day of filming which goes from 9am to midnight!". Which turned out to be entirely to my profit, anyway, because we got to Paddington early, and hadn't had breakfast, so (wait for it, Pun....) we had Max Brenner for breakfast. Hot chocolate and waffles with strawberries and chocolate, and then a mint and lemon granita so we could unglue our tongues from the rooves of our mouths. (Dear everyone who isn't Pun; please don't feel that I've forgotten you, only Pun always reacts so delightfully predictably).

So yes, dear old Tim was ridiculously wonderful throughout the whole week, and didn't mind when I got mascara all over his t-shirt when I was sad about my grandfather and also bought delicious breakfasts and such. He did, mind you, deliberately wind me up about his haircut, by pretending that it was horrible and suchlike, and making me all worried for him, when actually, he looks absolutely fine. *shakes fist*

Also, we went to dinner in Wooloomooloo, (ought there be a double L in there somewhere?) which was unremarkable except in that we ended up parking AGES away, like, in another postcode. Which meant that we accidentally signed ourselves up to walk through Kings Cross after dark, and we saw an interesting array of Ladies of Negotiable Affection. The amazing thing was how similar they were in dress to so many other women, and yet how obviously separate they were. Was made mildly nervous that own dressing style might resemble their attire, but reassured self on that score. Also, we saw Jehan from Uni, but only at a distance.
What else?

Oh yes, also (unrelated to above paragraph), Catie has a new blog, which is pretty cool. I urge you to check it out.

Today's trivia question is this: What do Geoffrey Rush, Stellan Skasgaard, Bill Nighy and this July have in common? *fangirls*