Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I've been battling a cold for over a week now; I thought I'd beaten it into submission last weekend but it came back with a vengeance, bringing a cough with it. Grr! All week, even though I've been sleeping well, I've woken up feeling like something the cat dragged in. Finally on Friday I snapped and called in sick, figuring that 3 days off in a row taking it easy was probably going to do me more good than struggling into work because I didn't want to lose a day's pay. That's what I did when I got the throat infections earlier this year and it just got me into even more of a pickle. Anyway, I spent most of Friday asleep and I do feel better so I think it was the smart move.

Today was a Good Day - i went and saw little Aunty Eve. Her next door neighbour, Sue, very kindly took us and her mother for lunch at the posh gym club where she's a member. It's on the waterfront and it's very swish. The restaurant is on the top floor and it has stunning views of the estuary and you can watch the container ships going in and out of the channel that leads to Chatham docks. We decided it was all very civilised :) The food was pretty good - I had fish and chips, very tasty - but the service was slow and a bit chaotic. I was assured this was unusual and we came to the conclusion that they were getting ready for a big bash tonight (possibly to coincide with the rugby) and that was why the basic stuff wasn't being paid much attention. We did get one main course comped because it was wrong, so that was something. I don't think we left much of a tip though :P

Aunty Eve is going good, still as stubborn and independent as ever. Sue drives a Range Rover and it's a steep climb in for me, never mind a 95 year old lady who isn't too steady on her pins. Would she let me (or anyone else) help her in and out of the car though? Nope, she would not and she was very decisive about it. *shakes head* Gotta admire that even when it does nearly lead to an accident. In order to climb into the back seat, Aunty Eve wrapped her hand around the door frame and very nearly got her fingers trapped in the passenger door which Sue's Mum was about to slam shut. Eep! Luckily, I'd stayed nearby in case Aunty Eve couldn't get in the car and was able to yelp a warning. Oh and Aunty Eve got in and out just fine, without my help thankyouverymuch :P

(Quick aside - I don't have much time for those that drive Range Rovers when they don't live in the middle of nowhere or have any other good reason to own such a gas guzzler. That said, boy, can I see the appeal now that I've ridden in one. You're well above the road, in a very solid vehicle and even as a passenger, I could tell it handled like a dream. I may, possibly, be slightly envious :P)

I got home in plenty of time to watch the Rugby World Cup semi-final between England and France. Wow. I'm thrilled to bits that we won and there was much happy Mitchy boogie-ing and squeaking, but it was definitely a game you enjoy more in retrospect that while you're watching. It was just too tight and tense and nerve-wracking, not to mention error-prone, to be a GOOD game of rugby, regardless of the result. Only the result actually made it bearable. And we beat the French. Hehehehehehehehehe.

( US TV show round up - and wow, this got long )

And on that note, I shall toddle back to my TV watching. I've got SG:A, BW and CSI:NY eps to watch :)

I've been quiet on LJ mostly because I've had nothing to say. There's only so many times you can type "Got up, went to work, worked bloody hard, came home, went to bed, Got up etc."

This weekend I've just chilled totally, got caught up on some of my US TV shows. Battlestar Galactica continues to be amazing, and I can't wait for the episodes to air here so I can discuss them without spoiling people for the shocks that are to come :) Numb3rs is still good, though the whole "Larry in Space" storyline is just stupid but as ways go of writing a character out temporarily, I guess it works. You can just imagine the scriptwriters meeting. "How the hell do we write Larry out for x weeks while Peter MacNichol is off gallivanting on "24"?" "Pity we couldn't just shoot him into space.." "Saaaaay....." Much fun is being had by a Mitchy spotting all the creative ways they've come up with to hide Diane Farr's pregnancy. Seriously, whole scenes are choreographed to perfection :)

I'm currently catching up on Grey's Anatomy, which still blows me away with the quality of the writing and the acting. One minute it makes me bawl and slink onto AIM to find someone to hug (quote responsible for this is below), the next it makes me laugh out loud enough to scare the cat. In the same episode. And it works, it doesn't grate. Amazing stuff. One more episode to go then I can move onto catching up on "Without A Trace". Then there's NCIS, Cold Case and House, although I may just wait for House to come on over here, it should be starting soon. Cold Case I will download at some point as its never been released on DVD and may never be, so I pretty much have to snag it when I can :)

On my wish list this year - saving up enough pences to buy a Tivo or something like it. I need something to record stuff on, I don't have a video player any more, I gave mine to Aunty Eve. Way I see it, I'm probably not flying anywhere this year so instead of a holiday, I could save up for a shiny toy. Well either Tivo or a new digital camera. Ohh a tough choice.

That Grey's quote that made me bawl - brilliant writing, brilliantly acted and so, so true, for whichever parent you lose.

Cristina: There's a club, a Dead Dads club and you can't be in it until you're in it. Well, you can try and understand. You can sympathize but until you feel that loss... My dad died when I was nine. George, I'm really sorry you had to join the club.
George: I... I don't know how to... exist in a world where my dad doesn't.
Cristina: Yeah... that never really changes.