The skiing holiday in the south of france was fantastic, and there are many stories I wish to share with you. All in good time though, this is just a quick update to say ‘hello’.

I’m back, skiing was good, although I have some bruises, some of which are truly huge.

I know you’re not all that interested in my life in general, just in my thoughts, my mind. So I’ll keep this brief.
Not just some half-decent sleep but also a good hearty meal and a restful evening did me a world of good last night. I’m off to France on Sunday for the week so it’s quite unlikely that I’ll be able to blog during this time.
I will however hopefully be blogging between now and then, even though work is hectic busy right now.

And ye, for several days the man known as ‘Rob’ had not blogged. Desolation and dispare wept into the hearts and minds of the avid readers. Despondency reduced the web traffic to a crawl and comments fell into oblivion.

But ‘Rob’, entity and person, was in good spirits and largely good health. Minor complaints affected his body, but irrational exuberance was low. “Sleep is the answer!” cried the masses, and correct they were in the mass diagnosis.
And lo, at the advent of evening; ‘Rob’, man and scholor, will retire to bed at a good and proper hour, with enriching and long sleep to follow.

It is hoped that this will restore enthusiasm and give vim and vigor to ‘Rob’, may he rest in peace – and wake refreshed.

Well, I can write, just about. Although I do have to be careful and I can’t write quickly or for a long time. Luckily at the moment I’m not having to do any writing at work!
Also of course I would mainly be using the computer if I were.

I am planning at the moment to get a wrist support type thing from Tesco this evening, before I go out for a drink with my future housemates (the guys that will be moving in for the next academic year).

Well on Saturday while I was a liiittle bit drunk, I managed to sprain my wrist.
Breakdancing in the street isn’t the way to go.
Anyway, so it’s quite painful. And being a complete wus when it come to pain I’m having a hard time with it. Fortunately many different people seem to be of the opinion that it won’t affect my skiing holiday, which is a relief!

It is however making work quite a challenge, I’m working on very small and fiddly stuff so having greatly reduced dexterity in my left hand is making things difficult.
I’ve not even tried to write with it yet, perhaps an update for you to look forwards to in the future.

Well I’m feeling much better today, thank you for asking. I spent the whole of yesterday either in bed or on the couch in a sleeping bag watching films. A simple remedy but one that worked a treat as by the evening I was feeling much better and able to do normal type things (like go on a pub crawl).
I’m wondering though, is it normal to be ravenously hungry when your ill?
Anecdotal evidence would suggest that appetite goes down and people are reduced to weak broths and other warm drinks. Not so with me, I was eating like I’d been starved for a week!
Probably has something to do with my tendancy to get very ill but for a very short space of time. My immune system seems to have two states, ticking over handling the normal day-to-day stuff. Or full on emergency, temperature maximum overdrive, completely incapacitate Rob mode.

Good for getting well quickly, very bad for hayfever.

Well I got back from Oxford at about midday. I had a really great time (it was my cousin Clares 21st). I was shocked at how many friends Clare could muster for the event! 25 I think was the number of people that sat for the meal, which is maddness. They all seemed to be really nice people too, which of course helps matters seeing as I didn’t know any of them.

I even got a room to myself and a bed, thanks to Geri, gold star to her for that, it certainly seemed above and beyond the call of friendship (to Clare not me, I only met her that day) and was very much appreciated.

Tomorrow I’m off to sort out clothing hire for my ski holiday, then I’ve got to go shopping for food, and hopefully I’ll be going to an extra capoeira class that’ll just be for learning to play the musical instruments. That may depend on how the time goes though.

Tomorrow three guys are coming to sign the contract for the next academic year.

Finding housemates this time round seemed to be rediculously easy, Mark (the landlord) showed them round when I was away. They liked, but wanted to meet with me, which makes perfect sense.
So pretty much the only involvement I had in filling the house for next year was going out for a drink with three lads which seem like pretty sound guys.

If only everything in life was like this.
Of course my friends would point out that you need to factor in my ‘Jam factor’*

*For those not in the know: Jam = Luck