Why do people make excuses?

I would not care if people apologised for not paying attention; I do it almost automatically. But people have lost things I have sent them, done things without taking on board what I’ve told them and in the end have made excuses, instead of taking it on the chin and saying “I’m really sorry but I forgot.”

Which on the small scale is unacceptable, but on a large scale?

Yesterday was spent in York at the St Nicholas Fair and other things. Managed to pick up somthing for the meal with parents on 13th Decmber.

Today I’m tidying up the SAGGA membership database for the new address list and news & ideas.

I’m Back

I’ve been spending a few days away. Contrary to the beliefs of some of you I haven’t been anywhere near a PC with internet capabilities in that time.

Saturday I tied all my committee commitments in a bow and then Nic and I went to her parents in Birmingham. Spent a restful few days playing Monopoly, doing cross-stitch, and planning my next soft toy. Also got to visit the new Bullring shopping centre- but wasn’t there long.

Tuesday was when me, Nic and Nicola’s parents went with a Luton van load of furniture to their new house in Powys, more of a flying visit than originally planned.

Not used to having so much time to sleep- frequently waking at 5 or 6 in the morning, needing to go back to sleep again.

Tonight is Explorers with an Aids awareness evening presented by some friends from Leeds Uni. All parents and Explorers have been given the option of staying away should they object on moral grounds. Should be interesting, well at least it is a rest for me.

Nic and I are considering going way for a few days mid December, and are wondering what we’re going to do new year- fairly certainly decided not to go on the Birmingham PMA trip again, lost too much contact with that lot and am not sure I would enjoy it this year given the organisers.

Off for a bit

Nicola’s cancelled a couple of shifts, and we’re going to visit her parents, and then spend a couple of days in Wales at their new house. Maybe moving furniture in, maybe taking a walk to the see, maybe just having a rest.

Today Nicola and I went to visit my mum, who was looking after Emily. Emily seemed pleased to see her Uncle and Auntie. She can now walk several steps unaided, but prefers a little bit of help when she can get it.

My mum took us all to Pizza Hut for lunch. Which was a new experience in a couple of ways because I have never before taken a baby out to a restaurant (Emily was very good by the way) and I haven’t been to Pizza Hut’s all you can eat buffet for over a decade.

No comment on current events, as this weeks events have cut me off from all that is going on in the world; apart from walking past an over-policed vigil outside the St John’s shopping centre on Wednesday evening.

Doctor Who – Scream of the Shalka

It’s 40 years since the assassination of John F Kennedy, which must mean… yet another Doctor Who anniversary

So just in time he’s back. Online at least until the new TV series in 2005. The BBCi/Cosgrove Hall version is voiced by none other than Richard E Grant.

Sadly for those with fond memories of Dukula and Dangermouse only the visuals have been provided by CH, while the soundtrack was specially recorded by BBC radio type people. A slow start to what promises to be an interesting experiment.

More CCC

Or Crafts, Computers and Cinema. Cocktails were not in sight, even for those of us not prevented from drinking for various reasons, the evening rounded off with Sainsbury’s best Indian take-out (really rather nice) and a Stella or two for those partaking. Perhaps we’re growing up, or maybve just older.

The minutes I’d planned to write didn’t get very far as Jon started me up on Medal of Honour, a networked game we played on Jon’s many PCs.

Earlier in the day it turned out that the new reader who showed up in my stats on Monday was who I thought it was, when she told Nicola that she’d found my blog. Well it was in reference to Nicola’s part in this story.

This weekend

Nicola and I are at Crafts, cocktails and Computers, or Crafts cocktails Computers and Cinema as it has become. I intended to use today to type up minutes, but Jon P has Star Wars II, which neither me, Trev or Andy had seen before. Adam, Jon’s son, was concerned we would be frightened by the danger our heros were in so helped out by letting us know how they would be saved at crucial points in the action.

Nicola is over at First Astwood bank, with Sally Het and Claire doing crafty things. Which is where I will be too, tomorrow. Meanwhile I must get on with some work.

What am I going to listen to now?

Last week was the last episode of The Now Show, well at least until April.

It can be heard at the above link until 12:30 tomorrow.

Particularly controversial was Marcus Brigstocke‘s routine, at least according to Radio 4′s Feedback. Marcus has a 1 year old son, and his routine was a commentary on the dilemmas he is facing over the MMR jab. Many of the feedback comments seemed to me to come from people who hadn’t listened to the sketch.

One point seemed to me to be that he was making fun out of those who based arguments on emotion rather than science. If indeed he was I would applaud him, as I belive such emotive types deserve derision.  However, to my ears, the piece was actually more balanced towards such people than was strictly necessary. But Marcus is right to take the line he has, he has children and I don’t, so I can easily argue in a more detached way.

Other comment on MMR scaremongering in the media can be read at Black Triangle.

Yawn!

Tonight was ten-pin bowling, a successful Explorer night with a high attendance. 50% of the unit are now signed up for D of E. And of course the obligatory Scout had to ring me before hand because he’d forgotten the arrangements. My lane won, I scored 111 and two other Explorers scored over 140, Gerald’s lane were quicker, but less sparkling.

However the prospect of an easy evening had been disrupted when I got home from work, Nicola had locked her keys in the car, and needed a lift to and from Guides. Her parents arrived at 10pm, and they all left for Birmingham with the keys found and (I hope) put somewhere safe.

What a long day. Goodnight!