Reasons To Be Cheerful

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I *think* - and I hope, oh dear god do I hope - that the works outside my house are coming to an end. The road seems to have been topped up to it's final level, a larger, heavy top coating of gravel is down, and has been compacted and rolled flat (which HOLY FUCK, is such a noisy process, and the vibrations through the house border on glass-breaking). The final step has GOT to be replacing the tar seal, and then I CAN HAVE MY LIFE BACK. Also my driveway and a place to park my car off the street. Yay!
 

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I've been chucking out our stale bread into the back garden for the birdies, because I decided those goddamned ducks in the park were getting WAY too much in the way of the stale bread reserves of this town. I shall break their monopoly, even at the risk of being visited by Duckbutt mafiosi threatening me with concrete boots.

My back garden seems to have been claimed by a young blackbird, and he's taken to hopping out of the bushes and STARING at me whenever I head into the garden. Like: "Hey monkey! Where's the bread? Whatcha doing in my garden with no bread?!" It's very entertaining.

However, in Extra Specialness last night, Himself was about to head out into the garden (to get to the garage, where our tumble dryer is to retreive his work shirts), when he started hissing at me to come out. There, mooching around in the grass hoovering up the bits of bread the birds hadn't got to, was "our" hedgehog. We saw him for the first time a few weeks ago, shuffling out of the mulching/composting spot at the back of the garage and into the courtyard. I've been PARANOID about checking under the car ever since, and hadn't seen him. So it was great to see him, alive and well and unsquashed, wandering around the garden in his little hodgepiggy way. Himself and I sat at the back door, lights off, whispering to each other as we watched him wander.

I've named him Hoggle. After the character in The Labyrinth, of course.
 

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After my kvetching about OMG SMALL TOWN NEPOTISM yesterday (was it yesterday? TIME HAZ NO MEANING), I just got a call from the recruitment advisor at Company S, inviting me to an interview next Thursday.

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She's sending me a map of the place (it's a Hospital, so... yeah, it's HOOGE), a confirmaton of date/time and the names of who will be on the interview panel. (Panel = BOO. I'll hope for a panel of two, because that's been my most recent experience and is manageable. More than two is a bit intimidating. :os )

So, that brings us to:

Job Applications: 12 (including two Recruitment Agency applications, which should probably be counted under some other category)
Interviews: 5
Job Offers: 0