While most of the business has been to do with my new job which I am really enjoying and settling in quite well, although my feet do hurt, some has also been the sort of stress you have when you're worried sick over someone.
Christmas lunch was amazing and surprisingly good fun but it was somewhat marred by my brilliant grandfather (George) falling and injuring himself but being the thrawn old bugger he is (I say this while smiling because I wouldn't change him for the world), he refused to go see a doctor until after lunch. The up shot to this was that he'd had some time to get a few drams in, against my Mothers advice, which somewhat numbed the pain apparently. While not being the wisest of actions this is my Granda through and through. At 92 going on 93 I believe he has earned the right to do as he wishes and apparently it made the 5 hour wait at accident and emergency a bit more bearable!
Not that I’m suggesting this as a good idea for future hospital visits … well not much.
Over the last week I have barely had a second to myself which while I don't mind too much is going to make me a nightmare to be around if I don't get the chance to do some lino cutting soon. I can feel the tension building up. Time to stab something! Would be best if it's lino and not flesh
To top off the last week of stress, today I returned home from work to discover that due to a rather giant lack in judgment 2 copies of my elephant lino print (also called 'George") have been ruined which was not news that got taken well! (There may have been some shouting and inventive language) but luckily I’m very much like my dearest Granda and a few drams made the rage go away :)
I hope the rest of 2014 is less stressful! And only involves artistic stabbings. Only time will tell.