On knowing when to keep your mouth shut!

I tried to do something with the last two posts which didn’t really work, and after several edits just posted the two separately. Apologies if that caused any confusion or bombarded anyone with update emails….

I mentioned the other day that I had two successful job interviews recently. The job I have accepted is as Library Assistant in the Content Management Team at a University library. The other was an NHS post which involved cataloguing artefacts and objects marked for archival across the NHS hospital sites. The interview consisted of a presentation I had prepared on ‘The advantages and disadvantages of storage of historical information within the NHS’ followed by the interview questions. The presentation went very well (much to my relief and delight) and the interview was very relaxed and almost enjoyable, if an interview can be described in such terms. One of the interviewers had mentioned how they thought they had uncovered a Raeburn, but it turned out that it wasn’t actually a Raeburn. His optimism and hopes of finding a Raeburn in one of the hospitals popped up at various points to the interview until I, somewhat confused as to why there would be, asked ‘are we talking about Rayburns….like – the stove?’ ‘No! No! Haha – Raeburn – the painter!!!!!’ Ah. Right. Now where did I put my I know nothing about art history badge…..?

Oh well, what can you do? Didn’t do me any harm, and I’ve learned something new!


Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

Many thanks to the Interesting Literature bloggers for alerting me to Tolkien Reading Day (see re-blogged post below), of which I was previously unaware. In one of those happy incidents of coincidence (which I do so enjoy), I came across this blog post while logging onto the computer specifically to kill time until the Lego Lord of the Rings game finishes downloading on boyfriendface’s Xbox. (Many thanks to boyfriendface for buying me the game.) I do appreciate that this is a bit of a stretch as far as ‘Tolkien Reading’ goes, but I’ll make up for it by taking The Hobbit to bed with me tonight.

Interesting Literature

Today is Tolkien Reading Day, an annual event launched in 2003 by the Tolkien Society. (The date of 25 March was chosen in honour of the fall of Sauron in the Third Age, year 3019, in Tolkien’s fiction.) The reading day promotes the use of Tolkien’s writing in schools and library groups, and is celebrated in numerous countries. To mark the occasion, we’ve put together ten of our favourite quotations from John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. The first quotation, about Beowulf, is especially timely because of the recent announcement that Tolkien’s translation of that epic poem is finally going to be published!

On Beowulf and myth: ‘The significance of a myth is not easily to be pinned on paper by analytical reasoning. It is at its best when it is presented by a poet who feels rather than makes explicit what his theme portends; who presents it incarnate in the world of history and geography, as our poet has done. Its defender…

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Completealy Pointless

It’s official: job offers are like buses. Nothing for months, and then two in one week. Will be starting new job on April 1st, providing paperwork etc. all go through. Very excited.

That was undoubtedly the best thing to happen this week (closely followed by some excessive Buffy binge-watching) until Monday’s episode of Pointless. It was the head-to-head round and the question was ‘Types of tea’. The following 5 teas went up on the board, with alternate letters removed, as such:

1. P_P_E_M_N_
2. E_G_I_H / _R_A_F_S_
3. N_L_I_I
4. R_S_I_N / _A_A_A_
5. J_S_I_E

* the /s separate two words. I couldn’t get the format to recognise additional spacing between separate words

Now, I need to give the answers to continue with my story, so if you don’t want the spoilers then I suggest you don’t scroll down further than this lovely photo of my awesome Christmas pressie owl tea-set.

My fantastic Christmas present 2013 courtesy of eldest brother-face.

My fantastic Christmas present 2013 courtesy of eldest brother-face.

So myself and boyfriendface worked out 4 of the 5 answers. Number 3 stumped us (it’s Nilgiri and was a 1 point answer), but in the following order we worked out 1. Peppermint 5. Jasmine 2. English Breakfast and 4. … drum roll … RUSSIAN CARAVAN TEA!!! I have this tea! It’s in my cupboard! It’s a full-bodied tea, tastes of freedom of adventure!!! Yes, that’s what it says on the box; yes, that’s how I excitedly described it to boyfriendface when I realised what the answer was; yes, boyfriendface sighed, rolled his eyes and pondered for the hundredth time this week how different are the worlds we inhabit. And….it was a pointless answer! I was so delighted. “Very well done if you said that,” said Richard. Well done me! I celebrated by drinking tea and watching Buffy, and subsequently failed to sleep in my excited and overly-caffeinated state. It was totally worth it.

20 Quotations from Writers about Happiness

Couldn’t not share this!

Interesting Literature

Today is International Day of Happiness, so we’ve compiled 20 of our favourite quotations from writers about happiness, joy, pleasure, and related emotions. We hope you enjoy them!

‘Happiness in the ordinary sense is not what one needs in life, though one is right to aim at it. The true satisfaction is to come through and see those whom one loves come through.’  – E. M. Forster

‘One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.’ – Jane Austen

‘What is there given by the gods more desirable than a happy hour?’ – Catullus

‘Happiness, to some elation; / Is to others, mere stagnation.’ – Amy Lowell

‘There may be Peace without Joy, and Joy without Peace, but the two combined make Happiness.’ – John Buchan

‘There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.’ – Samuel Johnson


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Minor highlights of the past few weeks

I haven’t updated in a while, as I’ve been otherwise engaged with getting my tonsils out and ignoring my laptop. This is just going to be a quick post of 10 things that have made me happy over the past few weeks:

1. The case of the missing teaspoons. All but one of our teaspoons have mysteriously disappeared from the flat. This in itself doesn’t make me happy, but the only possible logical explanation surrounding the strange disappearance does: as boyfriendface deduced, we clearly have Borrowers.

2. During the weeks BT (Before Tonsillectomy) I was getting pretty downhearted with being unemployed, constantly filling in applications, and doing a lot of exhausting travelling all over the country for interviews. On the morning I went in for my operation I was in my hospital gown, lying on the bed, waiting to be taken into surgery and experienced an overwhelming feeling of calm, knowing that for the next 2 weeks I would be ignoring everything to do with applications and interviews, and just concentrating on feeling better. It has to be said, that feeling of calm completely disappeared when I regained consciousness after my op, very much feeling like somebody had ripped my throat out with a very sharp implement (funny that); but then the nurses did a great job of replacing my zen with a pretty potent morphine cocktail.

3. Downton Abbey. Nothing like 4 series of a period drama to aid convalescence.

4. Finishing reading Les Misérables. I’ll just take this opportunity to point out that this wasn’t my first choice of rest and relaxation reading material, however I was kept in hospital for a couple of nights (not originally intended) and this was the only book available as dad happened to have it in the car. I didn’t massively enjoy the book (it’s a great story, but spoiled for me by extreme side-tracking; dubious and sweeping generalisations; and the shallow characterisation of female heroine in the simpering and downright irritating Cosette (I genuinely haven’t been so irritated by a character since I was forced to read Pamela at Uni)) but having read a certain amount I got a bit competitive and refused to be beaten by not finishing the book. I won. It felt great. Take that book.

5. Mum got me a book called The Perfect Hug. As this is just a quick post I won’t go into any further detail, except that it’s a kids book featuring a panda searching for the perfect hug – which says it all really.

6. The program about the baby panda on TV. Boyfriendface probably regretted coming round to visit on the same day as the baby panda program. Since I couldn’t really talk the only way I could alert him to moments of extreme cuteness (requiring appropriate levels of ‘aaaaaawing’ or excitement) was by repeatedly thumping him on the arm.

7. Jigsawing. My mum’s friend (at whose house I was convalescing) revealed on our final night that she had a Christmas jigsaw that she was still working on. Mum’s friend turned out to be a somewhat gung-ho jigsawist with a very liberal attitude towards how pieces fit together, which was pretty unexpected and very entertaining.

8. The Canadian 25 cent coin boyfriendface brought me, featuring an owl and bear. Canadian coins are so much better than British ones. If Scotland votes Yes for Independence and we need to adopt a new currency, I hope we fully embrace the opportunity to get some better pictures on our coins – highland cows, seals, eagles, shetland ponies, deer, puffins, squirrels…

9. My teddy seal. I don’t care if it’s ridiculous for a 26 year old to take a large stuffed animal to someone else’s house, having something soft and cuddly to hug made me feel a hell of a lot better when I was feeling pretty rubbishy.

10. I’ve just found out that the collective noun for ladybirds is ‘a loveliness of ladybirds’.