When attempting to get off a plane Thursday night and getting to whereever M was waiting after not having seen him for 11 days (ok, 11 days might not sound too bad, but this is a LONG time for us) I was wishing I had brought a machete. Why do people always have to wait for their friends at the narrowest point? Once I did get to him (and after a bit of smooching and such) M pointed out that as I’d been flying I wouldn’t have been allowed to bring a machete anyway, a fact which had completely slipped my mind in the exasperation (I suppose slicing people’s legs off with a machete isn’t stricktly “allowed”, either, come to think of it). This notice would have been a useful alternative.

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I’ve realised I’ve been so erratic in my posting lately that you, dear reader, probably don’t have much idea of what’s going on…

Well, M was made redundant some time before Christmas, and we decided it’d be a good time to think about moving to Trondheim rather than have him job-hunt down here and then have to change jobs again whenever we did decide to move. He was lucky (or clever) and landed a new job, which he started 27th December – so since then I’ve been mostly making it in Oslo on my own. (Boo-hoo.)

I’ve no intention of playing at long-distance relationships for longer than necessary, so I’ve resigned my job in Oslo and my last day of work here is 28th February, after which I’m hot-footing it up to Trondheim faster than you can think “hot-foot”. I’ve yet to find a new job, but I assume it should be doable. I got around to checking the government rules today and discovered it’s 8 weeks quarantene before I get unemployment benefits since I resigned voluntarily, rather than the 3 weeks I thought it was, which is somewhat unfortunate, but can’t be helped. All it really means is that I really need to find myself a job of some description, but I was kinda planning on doing that in any case. Much as it sounds tempting to be a “kept woman” it’s hardly practical – and I’d probably grow quite sick of lounging around the house all day after only a few weeks.

So, job or no job, I have plenty to occupy my time. I need to pack all the books and other nick-nacks and de-assemble the furniture in time for the removal people who will be coming to pick it all up (and, most importantly, carrying it all down the four flights of stairs…) and put it in storage for whenever we find a flat. I need to get the flat sold – once we’ve emptied it out. I need to keep up with M and the house-hunting, as he’s only rarely got access to the net, I need to do a lot of the initial research. I need to apply for jobs, and preferably make a good enough impression that I’m called for interviews. And, oh, I have this wedding to plan.

Besides which, there is plenty to do at my current-if-not-for-very-long-now job. I could just leave it for my replacement, but I do rather need those references…

Have you got any idea how difficult it is to listen to “All Kinds of Everything” (yes, the old Eurovision Song Contest song) without wagging your head or swaying your upper body in an inane way? And, if you’re standing up, how hard it is to force your knees to stay straight, rather than giving just slightly to keep the beat?

I’m only asking because the song’s come round a couple of times on the MP3-player’s random playing in the last few weeks, always when I’m on a bus stuffed to the eves (except buses don’t have eves, do they?) with people.

I’ve never heard of it before, but apparently it’s been around for a while. I’d agree with Anetten and call them a bunch of pussies, if I hadn’t recently gone through the currently reading list for 2003 and counted only 52 books. Which is pathetic. However, I will try to do better this year, and I will blog them all, really. Really.

I went to bed with my hair wet last night. This is not, on the whole, a smart thing to do if I want to look sane the next day.

Nevermind.

One of life’s little pleasures: Getting on to a warm bus after having waited in the freezing cold for far too long (anything more than 10 seconds was far too long for me this morning).

Watch this space.