Worked at Oxfam for the morning as usual; but this time I actually got to price some books! It had been decided that I knew more about computers than any of the rest of the people working there (scarily, this is quite probably true) so I was told to do the best I could with the ever-growing mountain of computing books. These ranged from a 1978 book of games for the microcomputer, to a 2003 book on C#. In the end I texted sion_a to ask for advice on when books on C, C++, Java, XML and Python stopped being useful -- thanks to him for some very handy hints!
Got my Christmas shopping more or less finished in the afternoon; then worked at the Carlton in the evening. It was pretty quiet for a Friday night, but apparently this is the calm before the Christmas storm. I got my first tip (even if it was only 60p's worth of 'keep the change'), and my first Creepy Bloke chatting me up and making paper roses for me out of napkins. Icky tacky creepy beardy NO NO NO! Hint: don't try to chat up barmaids while they're trying to ring up a round consisting of about 10 different things on the till.
Karate grading, and Christmas meal (see previous post). Didn't get back from London till about 1 a.m.
Spent the day aching a lot, pottering around the house tidying, and counting the hours till the evening when hoiho was due to arrive. In the end he turned up an hour early, which was great but also meant that he arrived when I was still trying to turn my bedroom from what looked like an explosion in a laundry basket into something resembling human habitation... fortunately he already knows I'm an untidy badger. Tidying was abandoned in favour of B33r and STEAK at the County.
I'd taken the day off work, so was able to spend the whole day with hoiho. Which was lovely, and we spent most of the day grinning at each other like loons. :) Pottered around town together in the afternoon before going for MORE B33R at the Pickerel. Decided against MORE STEAK though when we went for dinner at La Margherita later (there is only so much STEAK that one small badger can eat).
hoiho had to go home. I thought about kidnapping him & locking him up & keeping him in Cambridge, but we decided it was a teeny bit impractical really. Then I had to go into work. <sigh>