chesneycat

Don't think I can't feel you swelling up on me, you sneaky tonsils you!  And why does this always happen on a week where I have to talk to the public?

Anyway, the week from the sunny outskirts of hell is steadily getting a bit better than I thought it would be.  I've borrowed half a talk off a colleague, and I only need to speak for half an hour, not the full hour.  Plus, chatting to 7-10 year olds about space is always pretty good fun.  I've found out that the ride I'm helping to open at Flambards is one of three new developments, which is great news as far as I'm concerned - my z-list celebrity status will be kept further from the spotlight, which isn't a bad thing!  The poetry competetion I helped judge last week has now finalised the winners - two of my top four  with 10/10 have come first and second.  The third place poem was one I gave 8/10, so was probably easily in my top ten.  If it's the one I think it is, I only marked it down for spelling and scientific inaccuracies... so I think it's probably a good runner-up anyway - as far as poems are concerned, they needn't be perfect on the latter score!

It'll be nice going back home to Cornwall, seeing Mum & Dad and the grandparents, meeting Peugeot/Purr-Jo the new cat for the first time, and generally de-stressing from work.  And after that - it's holiday time!

One minor problem - the garage is getting my car back on Thursday, and I may be in the wrong end of the country...

Oh, and the telescope proposal I need to finish by thursday lunch, but haven't even started yet....

*yawn*

So tired.  Still, it's all in a good cause.

Ah, Science Week! So many opportunities for edumacating the public on the sly...


Anyway, the whole thing was fun, but knackering.  We certainly didn't have the kind of energy that spellwight had this weekend... well, not quite as much, that is.

Now THAT was one of the more random phone conversations I've had in my life.


I've just been asked to open a rocket-ship theme-park ride...