Falling down

Somehow I've already broken the trade description act in that I've had a couple of days off from the blog - so it's no longer DAILY gubbins. I could argue that I am aiming for quality rather than quantity, but not convinced about living up to that either, so you'll have to just get what you're given.

I've been a bit of a social butterfly these past few days, had my work leaving do on friday and was under strict orders from my mum not to fall over after drinking... this has been something of a habit for me this year, having happened twice. But the first time didn't count as I was on a ski-ing holiday and I had slipped on some ice, nothing to do with all the gluhwein. Anyway, it was reasonably civilised, although an old tramp turned up in the pub who is one of our patients at the surgery, so he came over and joined us at the end which was kind of interesting, he pushes his stuff around in a pushchair which has 3 teddy bears sitting proudly amid plastic flowers and windmills. We were too polite to tell him and his large hernia to go elsewhere, but he's ok really and we were already leaving!

Then been down at my parents for the rest of the weekend, finally got round to seeing the Da Vinci Code film last night. I only read the book about 2 months ago (in 24 hours) - I hadn't thought that it would interest me, but I was pretty impressed as it was fascinating and had me gripped, although I did manage to work out two of the vital codes several pages before they were revealed. The film wasn't as good as the book, I thought, there was a lot left out and whilst some of the performances from the supporting cast (namely Ian McKellen and Paul Bettany) were great, I think it didn't quite live up to the hype. Some of it was filmed in the local cathedral which has an exhibition about the book in it (trying, not unreasonably, to cash in), the basis of which is that the character in the painting "The Last Supper" which the book would identify as Mary Magdalene, is actually John the Baptist, who historically has been portrayed with slightly effeminate features. I'm surprised at the nunber of people who take the book as fact, but I suppose if it gets people to think and look more deeply at the issues surrounding it, then it can't be a bad thing.

Been watching TV tonight and organising all my recipes into folders - I keep cutting them out of magazines when I see something I like, but never getting round to organising them so I can actually use them. But they are all trimmed neatly to size now, and tomorrow's job for when I'm in front of the TV is putting them into the folder. I am a complete domestic goddess, when I can be arsed, but it's never as much fun just cooking for one all the time.

Managed to remember to start my antimalarials for the holiday yesterday, they taste foul. It's a bit of a nuisance having to take them for 7 weeks in all, but better than getting malaria I guess. I've been getting my medical kit sorted to take with me - although I try and keep mostly quiet about my job, I like to be prepared just in case, and always travel with a selection of antibiotics, painkillers and such like. Luckily never had to use any of it so far, apart from lots of paracetamol and ibuprofen on this years ski trip, but that was for the lads hangovers rather than any injury.

Think I'm off to bed now, I'll be thinking of what to write about tomorrow - problem is, I have a lot of ideas, but it's whether I can convince myself that they are suitable for publication! Haven't yet given any relatives the address of this blog, if I do decide to, I'll have to ditch some of my best ideas about stuff they don't know about... maybe I'll start a separate one for holiday and parent-friendly information so the real dirty stuff can be aired here...