Sunday, November 18, 2007

More stress, more disorganisation... probably

Good evening one and all! As I sit here on this rather damp, windy, and cold Sunday evening, I think you'll all be pleased to hear that I can't think of a single thing to write about. No really - not a sausage. To be absolutly honest, I'd much rather watch old re-runs of Red Dwarf on Dave (no, not some bizarre projection on the chest of my friend Comedic Dave, but Dave the digital TV channel). But, as y'all took the time to direct your web browsers to catcouk.blogspot.com (or FaceBook), I suppose I can through out some old crap, and see if it comes together to make a coherent post (although let's be honest, it's not usually coherent).
This week really has been quite stressful and disorganised for me. It all started with Monday, when, after breaking her ankle, I had to transport Mum to Wimbledon to see her barrister. For those of you that don't know, Mum is disabled with a back problem. For legal reasons, I can't say that this only happenned after an accident at work, because this has yet to be proven. I also can't say just how useless the legal firm is, although the barrister was brilliant, and seemed very on the ball.
He seemed especially on the ball, when I bourght a £1 packet of chocolate buttons when I stepped out of the meeting to help Mum to the loo. I went back into the meeting (pushing wheel chair clad Mum), and offered the packet around. I sat there quite gleefully, not happily munching away at my chocolate buttons, whilst the technical legal things continued. And as they continued, and the buttons slowly disappeared down my gullet, the barister kept eyeballing my packet (sharp intake of breath for those of you that get the double meaning) of chocolate buttons. When the meeting finished, many comments were made about never seeing so many buttons being eaten in one meeting before, and how the packet was empty...
But this dragged on a bit, and I was nearly late back for band practice. A band practice that I was running (despite the fact that I definatly have nothing to do with running the band anymore). Made worse by the fact that I had not been sent a important list from the bandmasters telling me who is going to play what instrument. So, quite literally, the rest of the evening was played by ear...
The week pretty much continued along this theme. And for some reason, I have lost alot of my organisation skills lately. To most people this isn't a huge problem, but when you are the Activities Officer of a large NTC unit (note that I can now use the term LARGE - 32 Cadets, and 6 Officers) this becomes something of a problem. Big apologies to Graham for making his life a misery, and not getting all the right paperwork/ information to him. Despite this, today's (Sunday's) trip went off without a hitch.
Well, as without a hitch as an Ice Skating trip can go with me involved. I was also very impressed with the Royal Naval Submarine Museum. As usual the cadets of TS Intrepid and TS Sturdy were well behaved, and did us proud. Until we walked near a visiting unit of Sea Cadets, dressed up very neatly, in full RN Waterproofs. They looked very smart, and that just goes to show the difference that external funding can make.
Who needs a minibus, when you've got lots of really helpful parents, and a convoy of cars. We do!
But this trip was one of those trips when I really really really wish that TS Intrepid had a minibus. It was thrashing down with liquid sunshine, and we had to have lunch in vehicles. Whilst Sturdy sat comfortably all together in their minibus, Intrepid sat in 5 different cars, squashed in the back seats, stuffing their faces with food. I'm sure I have said this on a few occasions, but this time I really mean it. Although our convoy style does work well, I WANT A MINIBUS!!!!


A huge thanks from me to all of the parents that drove and helped us out on this trip. I really appreciate it guys!

I would have had a video for you all to laugh at of me woefully trying to Ice Skate. But unfortunatly my camera doesn't want to play ball. So you'll just have to wait until next week.
Boxing - well you try and think of a caption involving towing a box trailer.
Before I go, I would like to bring up two points. Above is a photo of my most amazing 1986 Ford Escort towing TS Sturdy's box trailer. On Tuesday evenings, I help out at their band, and I now tow their trailer home. Ernie can tow that... Secondly, I would like to point out that we do have a group on FaceBook. I was browsing through it the other day, and noticed several people had added stuff. So, if you think I've missed something, or have a photo of something that goes on in CATCOUK, why not put it in the group?
This has been the multi-award failing blog CATCOUK.
If you think that this post represents nicely how disorganised I am this week, why not leave a comment, starting your comment with the word 'Loser'.
If you think that this was yet another high quality post, why not try reading the post again, and actually read it this time.
Quote of the Week: I haven't got one - talk about disorganised...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Best you get the film on soon,there's a lot of people out there who could do with a a laugh. Only joking,i've seen worse.... actually no i haven't! You may be disorganised but your post's always amusing and sometimes downright hysterical. Aaaah.