Mundane Midweek #3.

Love this. No relevance whatsoever but I love it.

Wednesday 26th June saw me rudely awoken by my obnoxious, duck-sound alarm at 6am. Today, my colleague C and I were released from our office duties to attend Marketing Week Live in London.

C picked me up at 7:45 and we journeyed to London via automobile, train and tube.

I was navigator, and feeling quite pleased with myself, we arrived at the ExCel in good time for our first seminar. But what was this? Suited and booted older gentleman, lots of airline signage?

Not the usual crowd for Marketing Week Live...? With a sinking feeling, I checked my ticket. Yup, the show was in actual fact being held at OLYMPIA. And here we were, at the EXCEL, which is the wrong fecking venue.

If we didn't laugh, we'd cry so we giggled like maniacs and headed over to Olympia. The correct venue.

As a result of this detour, we missed the first seminars we'd planned in but managed to get to a talk by the Head of Marketing for Mastercard, which was really insightful. The campaign they are rolling out at the moment is good, and their previous campaigns (priceless adverts - remember them?) are inspiring too. We wandered round the rest of the exhibition, made some good contacts and got some freebies.

At 4-ish we headed home, made really good time and I walked in the door at 17:40. I had a quick dinner then dashed to Waitrose to pick up a birthday present for my Mum before seeing her tomorrow night. She said she didn't want anything this year, so I ummed and ahhed and eventually settled on some argan hair oil, burts bees body lotion and a box of choccies. Not a bad haul for someone who didn't want anything!

Got home again and wanted to get the London scuzz off me so ran a bath. Ran it for 5 mins or so, got in, splashed about for a bit before realising that I hadn't put the plug in, therefore it wasn't filling up past my hips. Fail. At this point, all the hot water had literally gone down the drain so I gave up on the luxurious bath and got out.

Clearly my brain had stopped working and I needed bed, stat, but I remembered I'd invited my friend over at 8 for a catch up. She turned up to a knackered, pyjama adorned me, we drank tea and giggled for a bit and off she went.

I crawled into bed at 10:30, read a few pages of my current book and headed swiftly to the land of nod.

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Mundane Midweek #2.

My Mundane post covers Monday. Not midweek at all! However is there a more mundane day than a Monday? Methinks not. Here goes, prepare yourself for a rollercoaster of excitement.

Todays post is sponsored by pollen. Blah. (from pinterest)

Woke up at 7:45. Hay fever is so bad at the moment, my head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Which does not make for a pleasant start for the day.

I'd been go-karting with chums on Sunday, little did I know this was a work out in itself (no power steering) so woke not only to hay fever fuzz, but also screaming shoulders feeling like the muscles were tearing every time I moved. Consider yourself warned, avoid go-karting at all costs. (I was crap and came 2nd to last, I have spent my entire driving-life being told to drive slowly and not hit corners at full-whack, and just couldn't get the fear out my head while whizzing round the circuit)

Got up, moseyed (word?) about for a bit, proceeded to get ready for work. It was a lovely morning, not too bright but very warm so put on a pretty dress.

Put on mascara, proceeded to immediately sneeze 4 times (damn you hayfever!!) smearing mascara under my eyes, achieving a panda-like effect. Had to start the whole dreaded make-up application process from scratch.

Got to work, banged out a couple of press releases about high-level disinfection in hospitals (it really is as exciting as it sounds), managed a photo-shoot involving lots of medical instruments, an adult sized nappy and fake blood.

Button popped off aforementioned pretty dress, felt mildly uncomfortable for the rest of the day as was showing far more back skin than I'm entirely happy with.

Lunch consisted of some rice followed by a banana. Its a week before payday and supplies are running low in our household, lunch will be similarly boring until fundage arrives.

Afternoon was spent in boring PR meetings, replying to emails and cruising t'internet.

5:30 - yes! Home time! Dashed out on the dot, headed home. Steve was, for once, home before me due to an early meeting so we cooked dinner together (sweet chilli salmon stir-fry, in case you were wondering).

Ate dinner, watched a few episodes of The Simpsons.

Toyed with the idea of going for a walk as it was a lovely evening, however decided against it as were both still stiff and sore from go-karting. In hindsight, a walk would've sorted us out but the sofa was far more appealing at the time.

Watched a DVD lent to me by a work colleague - the most god-awful film I have ever had the displeasure of watching - 'he's just not that into you'. Perhaps I'm being a little dramatic but really, it epitomises everything I hate about Rom Coms...

Went to bed and that was that.

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Mundane Midweek.

(from pinterest)

My mundane midweek covers Thursday. Not exactly midweek but there you go.

I woke up in a good mood due to lots of lovely sleep. Me waking up in a good mood is an extremely big deal - I am not a morning person. I made Steve a cup of tea and even had a little pyjama dance round the bedroom to Robin Thicke. 

I got ready for work, faffed about reading blogs and buzz feed whilst getting ready, was about 10 mins late for work. 

Got to work, did a little actual work. Did a lot of blog-related stuff. 

Renewed contents insurance. This is living people! 

Got home, darling Effy had decided to protest against the audacity of my expecting her to use a litter tray and shat on the floor. Cleaned this up while gagging. 

Made a rather lovely dinner of cod in chilli and cherry tomato sauce. 

Put a clothes wash on. 

Make some cupcakes. Anticipated their loveliness, was sorely let down by their shitiness. Embarrassed, as had promised them to colleagues under the pretence of being a 'great baker'. 

Messed up icing, had to stick in freezer for 20 mins to thicken up enough to ice poor excuses for cupcakes. 

Iced cupcakes. 

Stared at cupcakes for 5 minutes, contemplating how to improve them. 

Dumped a load of sprinkles on offending cupcakes. 

Stated at cupcakes for a bit longer. 

Binned all cupcakes. 

Hmph.

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