Category Archives: the fear of all sums

UFC party, wargame convention, monster trucks and rasslin’ – and STILL I find time for the wangst!

Posted on August 5, 2012 by beshemoth

(It’s like it’s my superhero power or something!) Anyway! Once again, Monday rolls around and the age-old rallying cry is heard; ‘This week, everything will be Different!’ And then it isn’t, of course. However, the boiler situation is stable, and … Continue reading →

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A Week of Tiny Thwarts

Posted on May 13, 2012 by beshemoth

And so, another week rolls around. Monday dawned rainy and depressing, and the Bossman had to leave to go get ready for Korea, so for a free day off work, it was quite depressing really. I was almost relieved the … Continue reading →

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Working hard at not working – cos working hard isn’t working!

Posted on March 25, 2012 by beshemoth

Yeah, I think I’m sooooo funny. Anyway. It is clear even to me that the more work I’m putting into punting my spare room, doing the allotment, etc etc, the less I’m getting anywhere with it. Time to take a … Continue reading →

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for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

Posted on March 2, 2012 by beshemoth

Since the Stuff Needing Done has now reached critical mass, I really should not be wasting time blogging, for this is merely an activity I enjoy, instead of being Useful. I shall salve my conscience by running all the days … Continue reading →

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stress and sums and bad compost – sod it, it’s tapas time

Posted on January 13, 2011 by beshemoth

I was up against it from the word go, today! Dr Anonymous’s new insistence that I check his entire roll-call of patients against the database and print off any relevant reports (so he doesn’t have to look them up on … Continue reading →

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why not to have good intentions – with examples

Posted on January 10, 2011 by beshemoth

Today, the icesheet was still in place – only half an inch thick, but even more lethal now that it got rained on all night. Fortunately, I had a lift to work. I got up at six, determind to get … Continue reading →

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companionship versus efficiency

Posted on January 8, 2011 by beshemoth

Finally, a day where things got done! Insufficient things, true, but some things. For instance, I got up at half seven (personal best for the year, on a day off. The year which is… only just a week old, hee.) … Continue reading →

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happy Yuletide. Now let us never mention any of this again

Posted on December 21, 2010 by beshemoth

Today, everyone at work was really sympathetic about the Sums. But it’s hard knowing how many mm are in a cm when you’re used to feet and inches! they said. Aww bless – but that was the easy bit! It’s … Continue reading →

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I fought the sums and the sums won

Posted on December 20, 2010 by beshemoth

Back to work.. for the last week before Christmas! Dun dun DUN! I am Shattered, and my brain has capsized, which just goes to show – I did not have a late night last night. Or a drunken one. Maybe … Continue reading →

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Fairytale of Glasgow

Posted on December 18, 2010 by beshemoth

Today started reasonably early, with me raring to go. And lo, the night had brought snow, hurrah! No wait, snow means slipping about; that’s bad. I know that, and yet my heart still leaps at the sight of all that … Continue reading →

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