GIJane, you've had my daughter asking what I was cackling about again. I'd LOVE to do an induction course with you, though I promise I'll avert my eyes at the right moments.
Just completed (finally) the Jobseekers application pages on the internet. Couldn't find the box asking what I had for breakfast a week ago last Wednesday but they asked questions about everything else... I hate that kind of thing, and I get all in a tizz. Ridiculous, I know, but I think that sort of stuff is designed to scare off people who don't like dealing with numbers. I didn't even do the ESA when I would have been entitled to it. You never know, I might even be entitled to it now. Cancer recovery and depression, do they count?
Anyway, back to less miserable topics, I spent yesterday evening with some very good long-standing friends who I don't see nearly enough, and we had a Closing Ceremony gathering. Four women, four teenagers, two of whom had been Olympics volunteers. What a weird - and totally British! - closing ceremony. I doubt anyone from outside the UK would have 'got' most of what that was all about. One question we asked was, 'Who did Emily Sande sleep with to get such high profile?' Thought she was dreadful, and sings through her nose. (Someone else said 'we could ask the same question about George Michael'.) But at least the two Sirs (Cliff and Paul) weren't allowed out of their bathchairs.
Oh, oh, I'm going to visit norberte tomorrow! Can't wait, it's been far too long since I last saw her. (I admit, I still have her Christmas present to deliver...)
Anyway, back to playing silly games on Facebook. I would be out in my garden but in my mad moments I went wakeboarding on Friday and completely ricked my back. No, it wasn't the wakeboarding that did it - it was putting on my wetsuit! I was completely incapacitated, and couldn't even walk without having someone to lean on. It's still REALLY painful, but I have ibuprofen, and some left-over cocodamol to take the edge off. Darn nuisance, this is the last day of reasonable weather for a while and I wanted to get out and cut the grass and do some more garden improvement tasks (have a few laylandii to cut down) but really don't think I should stress my back for another few days yet.
So I suppose I'm on the Enforced Rest bench, and feeling rather frustrated by it. Ho hum, should be better in a few days I hope. And at least the cushions here are comfy.