Priviledge

So far the half term has been spent at Hawkhurst in the huge house that my mum is house-sitting for a friend.

When I say huge, I mean huge. I've probably mentioned this before. It used to be a school, and now it's home to a family of four... five? Six? Something like that. It's mah-hoo-sive.

I've been swimming in the pool, training with my bokken in the garden, chilling out and watching Hancock in (one of) the lounge(s), and eating lots of food that was past its sell-by date from the enormous larder. Seriously, these people have so much food that half of it has gone off or is so close to going off that it will be gone off by the time they get back from wherever it is that they're staying. So they told my mum to eat or throw out anything that wasn't going to keep.

I don't know why they leave the country for a holiday - I'd live in their house for my holiday! In fact I was doing so until yesterday afternoon when I had to bike home to meet the maintenance man who was coming to look at the damp in my kitchen and bedroom. And then his van broke down so instead of turning up at 14:00 he managed to limp in at 19:00. These things happen, I know, but being stuffed back into my box studio flat with nothing to do instead of enjoying the countryside from a mansion is just cruel.

And today I'm back at work. I've already done virtually everything I had planned on doing. I've cloned a problem PC and got it working, repaired damage to some computers in the ICT suite, and cleaned almost all of the projector filters. After finishing this blog entry (this is my titular lunch break) I'll find someone who can give me the keys for the blocks/rooms that are locked up so I can clean the projector filters in those rooms. Then I've done everything. I mean, I could start running Windows Update on some PCs that don't get much TLC... I suppose...

Of course, Dark Heresy is scheduled for this Sunday and I haven't got anything planned. Ha, ha, haaa! Well, nothing concrete so far at least. I have a few ideas but I don't have any stats or anything written down. At some point I'll have to actually work on the campaign. Nick and Sam are getting more and more paranoid about the NPCs they work with in the game. Their mysteriously-silent pilot just died (gruesomely), the Inquisitor stinks of corruption, and their handler/sponsor seems to be deeply schizophrenic! The guys they're chasing aren't much better so it's not like the acolytes can just switch sides. Oh how we love the varying tones of grey associated with 40k rather than the black and white morality of other popular fiction.

Money worries!