Chocolate sneezes
I'm three days into my new fun temp job; I'm at my pre-wedding weight; Mr W is indeed W; so I should be very happy. Or at least, sickeningly content. But this week is really pissing me off.
Mr W has spent most of it working somewhere out near Reading, which requires him to leave the mansion at 0700. He has at least a two hour return journey. Tonight he's gone straight from work to a work party at some swanky bar on the King's Road, Monday night he's planning on staying over.
I started the week with the tail end of a cold, which today lurched back from the dead making me into a green snotty monster. I would have liked to have made it through the first week before revealing my impressively loud nose-blowing technique, but alas, that was not to be. Thankfully no-one actually sits near me apart from the IT girl (who has so far failed to switch my name over from my maiden name to my married one). I'm in the ridiculous situation of signing emails with one name and sending them from another. Anyway I'm trying not to infect her either, that's how nice I am. I don't want to spoil her Friday evening. Leading to my next gripe.
I've been very kindly invited, along with Mr W, to the company's Christmas bash. Tomorrow. In town. Black tie. Starts at 1830. So I have to take my black tie into work with me and hope Mr W can get from wherever he is working over to Sloane Square before they start serving supper. The employees have been told they can leave at 1700, but I'm paid by the hour and haven't been told this. Which is fine - it would take me an hour to get home and then probably the best part of an hour to get back, so even if I could leave at 1700 I probably wouldn't. At least it means I'll probably have the ladies' loo to myself to glam up in! Then I've got to travel from bloody docklands across town in a cocktail dress - which is not insulated. Mr W had better not be late... I've thought about cancelling but it's a bit late now. Besides, it'll hopefully improve after a nice warm mug of hot chocolate and an early night.
I found some gorgeous hot chocolate that doesn't break the bank. Charbonnel et Walker do a good one, but it's incredibly fussy to make, costs a lot (a tenner for half a kilo), and seems to have short sell-by dates. Green and Blacks - really not so fantastic. It used to hit the spot when I was at law school, but my tastes have obviously evolved. My drinking chocolate now has to be artery-cloggingly thick, and so sweet you want to add maple syrup to dilute it.
Then I found The One. Twinings - it's amazing. Try it - their version is called luxury chocolate drink, and they sell it in waitrose (well, at ocado). It has real lumps of chocolate in it... It tastes so good I burnt my mouth with it last night. And it doesn't have to be so sweet is makes your vision blurry. It just tastes of liquid chocolate. Heavenly.
Mr W should be home soon. There's a casino at this party tomorrow evening, and one of the guys I know at work plays poker. And I think the booze is free. And I dn't have to get up until 0830 on Saturday morning.
Hot chocolate works, you know.
*sneeze*
Mr W has spent most of it working somewhere out near Reading, which requires him to leave the mansion at 0700. He has at least a two hour return journey. Tonight he's gone straight from work to a work party at some swanky bar on the King's Road, Monday night he's planning on staying over.
I started the week with the tail end of a cold, which today lurched back from the dead making me into a green snotty monster. I would have liked to have made it through the first week before revealing my impressively loud nose-blowing technique, but alas, that was not to be. Thankfully no-one actually sits near me apart from the IT girl (who has so far failed to switch my name over from my maiden name to my married one). I'm in the ridiculous situation of signing emails with one name and sending them from another. Anyway I'm trying not to infect her either, that's how nice I am. I don't want to spoil her Friday evening. Leading to my next gripe.
I've been very kindly invited, along with Mr W, to the company's Christmas bash. Tomorrow. In town. Black tie. Starts at 1830. So I have to take my black tie into work with me and hope Mr W can get from wherever he is working over to Sloane Square before they start serving supper. The employees have been told they can leave at 1700, but I'm paid by the hour and haven't been told this. Which is fine - it would take me an hour to get home and then probably the best part of an hour to get back, so even if I could leave at 1700 I probably wouldn't. At least it means I'll probably have the ladies' loo to myself to glam up in! Then I've got to travel from bloody docklands across town in a cocktail dress - which is not insulated. Mr W had better not be late... I've thought about cancelling but it's a bit late now. Besides, it'll hopefully improve after a nice warm mug of hot chocolate and an early night.
I found some gorgeous hot chocolate that doesn't break the bank. Charbonnel et Walker do a good one, but it's incredibly fussy to make, costs a lot (a tenner for half a kilo), and seems to have short sell-by dates. Green and Blacks - really not so fantastic. It used to hit the spot when I was at law school, but my tastes have obviously evolved. My drinking chocolate now has to be artery-cloggingly thick, and so sweet you want to add maple syrup to dilute it.
Then I found The One. Twinings - it's amazing. Try it - their version is called luxury chocolate drink, and they sell it in waitrose (well, at ocado). It has real lumps of chocolate in it... It tastes so good I burnt my mouth with it last night. And it doesn't have to be so sweet is makes your vision blurry. It just tastes of liquid chocolate. Heavenly.
Mr W should be home soon. There's a casino at this party tomorrow evening, and one of the guys I know at work plays poker. And I think the booze is free. And I dn't have to get up until 0830 on Saturday morning.
Hot chocolate works, you know.
*sneeze*
posted by Chaya at 9:05 pm
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