Freezing Bloody Cold

This house. Gah. I know, the heating isn't set to come on 'til 5 (remembers this, runs out, sticks heating on), so the house is bloody cold when I get home from work. I'm wary of changing it, because basically, if I changed it to come on before I came home every day, and to be on until near when I leave it'd be on all day (which is actually what I did in one house).

So it was bloody freezing when I got home.

The new heater's been put into service already, this morning it made the bathroom bearable while I got up and now it's heating this room while the inadequate house heating attempts to pull the temperature up.

Anyway, so I'm in a bit of a foul mood because as I was walking to my car leaving work I saw someone driving off - and as they did so my car lurched backwards. They'd used the 'drive until you hit someone' method of parking. Now I've nudged cars when parking before but I'll always stop and check that I've not done any damage but this wo/man drove off. I can't see any in my quick scan - the chromework just having some black paint on it from her car which wiped off (on my finger...); but people looked a bit shocked as I yelled "OI!" and ran. Didn't catch him/her plate though (I did the shouty runny thing before checking my car).

Anyway, that put me in a ranty mood. And I've come home to what I thought; a confirmation that I'll have to be in the UK for 2 years at least post qualifying if I want to go over and work in the Emergency Dept (which I do) - and for even more negativity 'we don't get much work in Canada for ED nurses' - although apparently there's more work in BC. But really, for the sake of simplicity I'd prefer Toronto / Ontario - it'd just save a ton of effort on my part (and anything that reduces the complexity of moving continent is good).

I've got a response back from UHN as well, but it's just a "we'll pass it on" at the moment. Meh. I need some good Canada news now. Having my life on hold for two more years (at least, post qualifying (in 5 months time)) doesn't seem wildly fun to me, I'll do it, but I'd rather bypass it somehow.

Secret life of Kate

Apologies before I start, I read my post earlier - and decided I really was too tired to work. My plan to do work after I got home changed when I realised that my English had deteriorated to the level that I saw...

So, there are things about me that no-one knows, not even my exs, although I think that's something that needs to change with my next partner. Some of these dark corners are getting dusty, and I'm lonely in them ;-)

Anyway, there are some things about me that aren't secret - not as such - but they do seem to surprise people; the first of these is that I cook. This tends to come out quite quickly. I rarely eat anything which isn't prepared by my own fair hand. By which I do not mean 'I pour a sauce on and cook some meat and rice'; no, I mean starting from raw ingredients; I can't remember the last time I had jar-tomato sauce. This is not to damn those who don't cook. What you eat is up to you, I just like to know what I'm eating... and I prefer the taste of my own food to shop-bought-food. Even if I am trapped in a white sauce / tomato sauce / curry loop (that's not so true now, I've been doing more dishes, just to maintain some interest in the food!).

The sad thing is, the thing I really love cooking? Deserts. I love making deserts. It brings me great joy to produce something incredibly delicious as a desert. I don't mind cooking mains and starters, but it's deserts which bring out my real pride. I remember making a Sylabub when I was about 13; my family were amazed - they thought it'd collapse, but no, it was just right. This is not bragging. I can cook. I can't sew. Hopeless at sewing. Once sewed my GCSE project to a chair level of bad.More...

( she doesn't half go on this one... )

Holy fucking crap...(TV!)

Okay, you may not twig this from recent journal posts but I'm so not a TV person. My standard TV requirements for the last few years can be summarised in one line:

Dead Like Me; The L Word; Battlestar Galactica; Hustle.

I watched Lost. I even got quite into Lost. Then I went to Alaska, got out of Lost and now can't even find the enthusiasm to watch it. I may do at some point, but it generally fills a space. Films. Films I watch. I love films.

Anyway, so, Life On Mars. Each week I say the same thing: "That was the best episode ever". But that one, that last one, episode 7 of 8, I barely breathed during the whole hour. I was so tense for the entire programme. I don't think I've ever been so tense for an entire TV programme. I am desparate to see next week's episode.

And nervous about it too; it being the last in the series. Is it a one off series? Is he going to die? What the hell is going to happen. It's insane, he's in a coma and this richly textured world around him... it'll all be gone? All these people, figments of his imagination. Gaaah. Anyway, it's fucking excellent. Totally fucking excellent. It's insanely well written. If you've not seen it, you should. Now. It's torrentable, and it takes my breath away every week.

Incidentally, BSG episode 16, also goram excellent. It's bizzare. I'm so used to not-really-watching TV that when I do, it's stuff I really want to watch and, well, the stuff I watch is really tailored to my taste, so I have a very skewed view of how good TV is :)