rambles...

My sister Naomi returned home this week, from University to spend Christmas with the family. She is spending most of her time eating and using the Internet, though sadly her computer has died and she has to use mum's computer.

Work has been hectic - I've had quite a lot on my plate. Windward House is an old persons retirement slash nursing home and we're designing two new wings that triple the overall size of the building. There's Roborough Surgery which requires a whole new administration suite, along with additional surgery/treatment rooms. It's a remodelling exercise as well as being a large extension project - and being a surgery required to keep its doors open - everything has to be phased ((not fun trying to work out)). There were smaller bits and pieces here and there but the biggest problem has been the random absence of the secretary; leaving me to drop everything to answer the phone every five minutes and listen to people complain about the two partners. Joy..........

I reached new levels of pain with my fellow project members, regards the college thesis we're working on ((and the other project team come to think of it)). The area needs surveying and yet still no one wants to do anything about it - leaving me having to do it sometime before we reconvene next year to make our submissions. Great! No really... *sigh* On Thursday they spent the morning moaning about the prospect of having to do some work, before running off to the pub for the afternoon. This course isn't cheap - you'd think they'd at least try. No matter, uber marks for me...this whole thing is thankfully marked individually so the more work I'm lumbered with serves me better in the long run. Perhaps the others should consider this?

Back at home, our kitchen has now got a new tiled floor and it's looking very smart indeed. The boiler cupboard door and the skirting boards under the work-units need trimming because the floor is now higher than it used to be but otherwise everything is now finished. This morning I've woken up to find that my back is dead, having shifted the washing machine back into the kitchen from the hall. Problem with this is that I was hoping to get out and survey this plot of land ((for the college thesis)) this afternoon so it's done and out the way. I've enlisted the help of my sister. Not sure I'm feeling up to it right now, so I may ask for time out of work to do it ((seeing as the office are paying for the course)). See how I feel after lunch...