As life is just a whirlwind of hectic, I’m really not getting any time to ‘blog thoughts ATM.

I need to ‘blog abut KF4, Love, life and decorating…

I’ve got Pictures to take of Knitting, I even neglected to tell you all about the Shawl I decided to knit for Mum and her birthday!

However, to be going on with, this one is a quickie set of pictures about work and how my boss chooses to inspire his workers…

Ever since Max Mosely was harshly exposed as both being unfaithful to his wife via having a liking for paying for a little BDSM,  members of the FIA and the wider motorsport and automobile manufacturing worlds have been calling for his resignation.

http://www.grandprix.com/ns/ns20418.html shows just how silly the situation is becoming in my eyes. 

As always, The News of the World, in yet another cheap shot to sell news papers via “exposing sex scandals in the public interest”, should be ashamed of itself… as should anyone that reads this utter turd of a tabloid.

That aside, I see this as a very simple issue. If one Mr Bill Clinton, then President of the United States of America, who’s office should indeed be a “Paragon of Virtue and Morality” can get an extra-marital Blowjob from an intern, and when exposed not lose his job, his marriage or his dignity, then why on earth should Max Moseley, who isn’t really important in world politics, and is really only a “known name” because of his father’s very nazi views,  resign or be removed from his position as Head of the FIA?

You do not have to have fidelity in your marriage to drive a car after all… and road safety campaigning and all other issues do to with motoring have nothing whatso ever to do with either morality or sexuality.

As I said, WTF?

Life is good, yes, you are right, I always go quiet when I’m happy/busy.

I’m Spring Cleaning.  Yes, I know this comes as a great shock!  Reasons?
Well, apart from “It really needs doing” and “My God, how much utter tut can one person really own?” I never really moved in properly when I moved last year. 

I sort of just packed up Poplar, grabbed the umpteen boxes of “stuff” from Mum’s Garage that I’d parked there when I moved out of Dartford in 2003, unpacked the bare minimum of what I needed to live, and then just bunged the rest  in the spare room at Blackheath.

The other reason why I never really unpacked was the possible impermenance of Blackheath, what with Aunite Mary wanting to sell, and Mum wanting to hang onto the house for grim death, and also, in her heart of hearts, not really wanting me to change any of it, whilst at the same time wanting me to be happy and make it my home…

Mega Confliction!

However, impetus to clear my crap and properly sort things out has come from two corners. The first is that T has decided that he should stop being so picky and move in with me, as after all he loves me and likes Blackheath as somewhere to live. (YAY!) He also asked me to Handfast with him, so when his Divorce comes through, we’ll be looking to organise the ceremony in a pretty field at some point.

The second, and much more horrid impetus is that Auntie Mary had a heart attack a couple of weeks ago.

So, the first reason to clear out and up is so that we can fit Tim’s stuff in! He’s as bad a hoarder as me it seems…

Second, is that if AM does decline (although indicators after her abalation are for a good prognosis/recovery) and wants/needs to sell earlier than next March, or Mum cannot get a Mortgage to buy AM out, I’m going to have to move out.

So, clearing down for that is a good reason too. Mind you… I’ve been going through boxes I packed in 2003, and my God, I seem to have packed every single peice of junk mail I’d ever received!!! WTF is that all about??? I’ve also got half a tonne of shredding to do, as I’ve got bank and CC statements going back to 1997, which were still valid keepers when I packed them, but are now just so-much-recycling.

The Charity shop is getting good pickings as well… Which is actually far more difficult for me to do than sorting through the paperwork, as after all, you cannot get emotionally attached to paperwork.

Work goes in fits and starts, I’m still reeling against the admin, but I’ve settled into the pattern of the Refreshing work.  We are refining our processes as we go along, which is actually not a bad thing, and as we’ve automated more and more of the tedious admin, I’ve stopped bitching about it all to everyone. The team is looking to expand to 5 people, so all the work we are doing now is a good thing.

I’ve even pretty much got used to getting up at 07:20 rather than 08:20! Although, leaving a bed with my hot man in it always proves difficult…

Still doing sleep deficit things though… I think I spent most of this weekend asleep catching up!

You may also be pleased to hear that I’ve been looking after my feet, and they aren’t cracked to hell anymore. It helps that I’ve got a submissive footboi to come over once a week and pamper them.  On that front, We’ve also managed to obtain a Proper “Victorian Chamber-Maid” submissive, who loves nothing better but to clean and feel satisfaction at a job well done that pleases Master and Mistress!  All good!

I’ve also been getting into “Tea” again recently, and bought the most HUGE teapot on the planet.  I’ll take some pics later and put them on the end of the post…

Knitting is good too… I’ll post about later, when again, I’ve taken some piccys!

No wonder my heel hurts…

Youch! Flexitol here I come!

So much stuff in my head theses days… I mean, nothing unusual in that, but I know I’ve actively thought “I really must ‘blog about XYZ” and then just don’t.

Stuff that needs to come out right now though it my inability to go to sleep before Midnight. 

I’m a night owl, always have been. I work far better in the evening than I ever do during the day. I can be as tired as anything, get home feeling like I could sleep for England right then and there… Yet 20:00 rolls around and I start firing on all cylinders.

So, why mention this now, at 01:15?  Because I’ve changed job at work, and my new boss is an old-school punctuality man, who demands that we all work 9-5, and that means 9-5, and not anything else!

This means that my Alarm now goes off at 06:45, and most mornings I manage to drag myself out of my pit for 07:20, get my sleeply ‘arris washed, dressed and out the door for the 08:03 train.  

This change means I’ve lost my main source of exercise, as I cannot load the bike in the train at that time of day, means I’m standing for an hour or so before I do anything, as there are no seat on the cattle trucks that are RushHour Trains, hence my back and feet are now screaming at me in pain to lose weight, not just be a radically smaller fitter and leaner me (see first part re: no easy exercise source),  means that I’m currently getting approximately 5 hours sleep a night (which also means that I’m not going to be fat burning properly), and means that I’m tending to play catch-up to that sleep on weekends when I should be out having fun.

It also means that I mostly lost the sleepy, intimate and loving morning sex with T (when he stays), where he would wake me up around sevenish for snuggle/get jiggy time, and then we’ed get up around 08:00, and slide into the day, and that I’m pretty much wasting the first 3-4 hours at work, as my brain is not getting the oxygen/adrenalin hit it was getting with the cycling, which certainly improved my before 12pm productivity like nothing else ever has before…

The work itelf is SOOOOOOO dull.  I thought it would be cool to finally get away from Customers and their ICT issues, but I actually miss the work dreadfuly. Compared to the Moves/Refresh Process I’m locked into now (which is the same stuff over and over again, repeat cycled every 3 weeks) deskside is varied, and it was obviously far more fulfilling than I realised.

So, of all the career moves I’ve made, this one has to be the worst. I also can’t really do anything about this until March, when the current round of Moves is over.

That doesn’t help with the “bleugh…” feelings either.