Back to Normality 3

Oh yeah, and the other real sign of coming back to domestic life for the weekends is that Hound wants to be walked as soon as she hears sounds of movement from us. And of course she has no real concept of weekends – so 7am through the week equates with also being 7am on the weekend.

Urgh.


Back to Normality 2

Oh yeah, another thing about coming back at weekends – Hound thinks it means I have to make up four days of playing with her.

I keep on getting nagged to go outside and throw tennis balls for her. Strangely, while I’m away, apparently she doesn’t get Herself to throw balls at all. That’s my job, according to Hound.


Travelling again

Depressingly, I need to go into London tomorrow in order to finalise a couple of things with work. Bit of a bummer, although it does mean I can go and have a drink with the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) who’s become a good friend over the last year, as it’s his last day with the company too.

It’s actually been quite surprising to me just how much my stress levels and so on have dropped this week since sorting out leaving the company. This week has been almost a holiday, particularly in comparison to the last couple of months. I’m still getting up at the same time and so on – no point getting in to bad habits when I’m only doing this for a week, after all – and I’ve still been doing a lot of work, but at the same time, wow, it’s just nice to not be stressed or annoyed by dealing with idiots.

And yes, having Hound around has (in general) been quite relaxing too. OK, she can be a barky pain in the arse on occasion, but for the most part this week she seems to have quite enjoyed having me around as well, and she’s been calm, sleeping under the desk or in the corner of the office, and been very little trouble at all.

Hound asleep under the desk

Footwarmer

One thing I’m discovering I quite like about being based at home is that I get to spend some more time with the idiot Hound.

Currently I’m at my desk, and she’s asleep on my feet. And has been for most of the day. I don’t quite know what we’ve done to knacker her out (or maybe it’s just normal Hound behaviour, but we don’t usually see it) but she’s been zonked for most of the day, with the exception of when we have had people delivering stuff to the door. (Which has been several times, due to Herself having gone bananas on EBay)

The only real downside of Hound sleeping on my feet is that she’s resting her head on my right foot, and it’s now completely numb. (As is her head, but we’ll gloss over that) And every time I try to move it, she growls in her sleep. Which, while very funny to watch, is still quite distracting.


Walking

Of course, with the house now on the market, and people coming round to view it, Hound thinks it’s Christmas.

Every time someone has come round for a viewing, she gets taken out for a walk. So far as she’s concerned, it’s Heaven.


Travelling to Work

Bleh. I’ve just been looking at the ways I’m going to be getting to the new job in Cambridge, and all I can say is “Bleh”.

Because of the way we’re doing things initially, I’m going to be travelling up to Cambridge on the Monday morning, staying there ’til Friday, then coming home for the weekend. Luckily, the new job is very cool and understanding about that kind of thing, and they’ve no problem with it. Besides, they know I’m going to be working more than 9-5 on the days when I am there, as there’s no constraint on me having to be back home, etc. etc.

Anyway, looks like I’m going to be awake horrifically early on a Monday morning, as I’m going to be on a 7am train in order to get to Cambridge for about 10am. Blech.

And, of course, Hound will need to be taken out before I get the chance to have anything respectable like breakfast or owt. That’s the joys of setting up a routine – she then doesn’t understand that just because I’m awake earlier, the routine should change too. So it’ll be getting up, taking her out, then having breakfast before getting to the station. *shudder

Ah well. Could be worse. And at least I’ll be getting paid back the £66 it’ll cost me…


Competition

This weekend I’ve finalised – and posted – my entries for the Kennel Club’s Dog Photographer of the Year competition. I was going to submit some last year, but didn’t get round to it in time. So this year I made sure that I was in line for it, and got the entries in on time.

It’s going to be interesting to see what the results are. I’ve no idea how many entries they get – and I also know that Herself is sending in some entries of her own, which could make life interesting too – but it’s one of those things where we have so many great photos of Hound, it’s got to be worth a go.