oh good grief - that came out very big
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Friday, 26 December 2008
As I'm not allowed to take any photos of the Centre or the guests please make do with these lovely pictures of the windows of Fortnum and Masons which, thankfullybearing in mind the skinted situation, was closed. I think they are something to do with The Ice Queen - enjoy
Thursday, 25 December 2008
and then this one
and then this
Today is my first proper day of volunteering and I'm not sure what to expect at all. On arrival we are herded into a breifing where our shift leader wishes us all a merry christmas and lets us know that if we're not prepared to do whatever we're asked for we might as well all piss off home - I think it's been a stressful day already!
Before we are allocated our jobs for the shift we are asked if anyone has office experience - I raise my hand as do a handful of others and we are whisked away for a round of Admin Idol. I am eventually crowned the winner by dint of being the one who is doing the most shifts. The rest of my 3pm to 11.30pm stint rushes by in a whirlwind of phone calls and logistical nightmares all of which I am expected to sort out myself - my only training being a handful of notes that the girl on the shift before left behind before she left me - a pitying look in her eyes. I have typed up referral notes dictated by a psychtriast whilst simultaneous sorting out the mystery of the missing teaspoons, navigating volunteers to the centre by phone after their prat navs have failed and dispensing medication to guests - it has been a ball!
I'm not allowed to take photos of the Centre, Guests or Volunteers for obvious reasons so please amuse yourselves with the view from my room and the surrounding area.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
A little while back I asked my Dad to spend a Euro or two on some bunting and send it to me. Expectations were exceeded when a parcel arrived containing bunting, t-shirts, hats, feather boas, balloons, paper napkins and plates and orange confetti.
Today, with Holland's first match looming, I managed to round up various family members to climb up ladders, blow up balloons and hang precariously from upstairs windows while I offered artistic direction and cups of tea.
I'm very pleased with the results even if half the balloons have popped already - thanks to Dad there are plenty of spares.
Last time we did this was for the World Cup and, even though we did have some England flags too, some passerby took umbrage and lobbed an egg at the house.
Hopefully Holland will make it through the Group of Death - otherwise I will have to persuade everyone to come back and take it all down again