History Matters

So today, apparently, history matters:

This project encompasses some of my favourite things: doing something for the good of mankind, the internet and talking about myself in a most self-indulgent manner…Here’s what I wrote - don't I sound smug!?!

“I am fortunate enough to be able to work from home up to three times a week. I usually do that once a week, and today’s the day this week. My flatmate (who’s also a good friend) is working from home too, which means that we have been sitting around the table in the living room alternating between exchanging silly banter and actually getting some work done; writing letters in my case (I’m an adjudicator for an ombudsman service) and growling at an evil spreadsheet in his case (he works for the admin dept of an FE college). Whilst working from home might sound like a bit of a skive, it’s amazing how much more I get done here, compared to the office. Even my flatmate’s company is less of a distraction than the drone of office politics (and I say this even though I actually quite like my job and the people I work with!).

My mum phoned to chat about this or that (or ‘de tout et de rien’ as we say, she’s French, and that’s the language we speak). She announced that she’d spent the day having coffee with friends and planning the trip she and my dad are making to Japan – personally I can only dream that a) I’ll get early retirement like my parents and b) will ever have the funds to go to Japan.

I also spent some time on the internet. So much to read about, so much to waste time learning about... I am very pro the internet. I’m not much of a text message person, but send hundreds of emails, and love to mess around on MySpace (even though my conscience struggles with the fact that it’s owned by evil Rupert Murdoch) or YouTube...

Am attempting to eat well and live a healthy lifestyle, and almost managed it today – making myself a salade nicoise concoction for lunch. Then my flatmate announced he had leftover curry from a takeout he’d had last night, and there was an abundant amount still to be eaten. So I munched on a cold naan, and some veggie curries. Yum. Fortunately, I’ll redeem myself a bit later, when I go to my belly dancing class – it’s great fun and really makes me sweat the calories away.

After the class I intend to go for a drink with a university friend, who is house-hunting in my area of London. At the moment she lives South and I live North, so it’s a mission for us to meet up, even though we’re in the same city. Fingers crossed that she’ll move here, but it’s not certain – house hunting in London is difficult, stressful, and everywhere half decent is depressingly expensive - much like most aspects of life in London. Still, right now, I’d rather be nowhere else.”