Meeeeeeeeeeeh...

S'been an interesting week.
Am bloody shattered, still - And Kat's exponentially tiredererer. :(

Mum's been over quite a few times, so we've been working on getting the downstairs bog finished off ( Painted, patched and the like. )
Got some new mirrors for it too, so it looks OK.


While it's good to have the assistance, it's driving me INSANE the way she turns up, and expects me to drop everything, and do what she wants NOW!


For example - She'll arrive here, and go straight into the kitchen.
Usually, the dishwasher is finished its cycle by the time she gets here ( I either put it on last thing at night, or if I'm taking Morgan to nursery, again first thing in the morning )
So she'll give it "Why am I putting all your dishes away and refilling your dishwasher for you when YOU should be doing it?"

Our Survey Says:
Because I'm bloody well trying to not only get the management at the Arches to get their collective fingers out and give The Pit the support it needs if it's not going to fall flat on its face ( This includes NOT double booking us with the theatre, and getting proper advertising done, as well as ensuring that our prices and opening times match the Cathouse... People WILL go for the easy option. ), but I'm also currently dealing with the fact that both lots of rifles I previously had access to for Section 8 days are now no longer available and I therefore need to acquire 20 guns by the end of the month.
On top of that, I have to renew the insurance, send off and reply to emails regarding the possibility of us acquiring the use of not one but two CQB sites ( One in Glasgow city centre! ), and an ISLAND!
So that's all good.

Then there's the physical work needing done on the Shotts site.
We've gotten a lot done in the last few months, but it's been backbreaking work.
Worth it in the end, as all the players are loving it - Preferring the new layout to when we had the use of the farm in some cases!

The most recent bug in the ointment there is the fact that we now have some local horse riders claiming right of way through the site.
"Legally, you can't stop us coming through here."

"Perhaps not, but if you want a BB in the eye, feel free to go through without goggles."

So I now need to make up some BIG signs so our asses are covered there.
Well, so MY ass is covered.



As you can imagine, when I'm trying to deal with that, and I've got Mum screeching "Get off that bloody computer!" in my ear, I'm beginning to get slightly pissed off.
As I pointed out to her - This is my JOB.
I don't send these mails, talk to these people, and even simply stay in touch with players through MSN and the S8 forum... I make no cash and she gets no rent.

She fails to see that an MSN conversation is pretty much the same as a phone call, and I can't just stand up and stop talking.

She also doesn't get that, although that's the case, it sometimes takes a few moments for someone to reply... therefore I'll fill that time by reading the Airsoft forums and keeping up to date with what's going on THERE.

Then there's Mr Dixon, our landowner.

He's happy to ACCEPT email, but won't reply to it except by a printed letter.

U.T.K.R.
[/homer]


If all goes to plan, things will have settled down nicely by mid summer.
I've organised a replacement armoury, and once the new insurance is nailed, I should have access to a few more sites. Can't go into that in much more detail the now - Suffice to say there are some very exciting prospects on the horizon.

Just gotta stick it out and not kill Mum in the meantime.


As for Lee - He's doing OK. We THOUGHT he'd settled down a bit the other night, but he's back on form with the crying during the night shit again.
And he's got a swollen gland or something under one nipple. Doc reckons it's probably nothing to worry about, so we just have to keep an eye on it.
It's not causing him pain or anything, but it's one more thing on the list of things on Kat's and my minds.


Dave's coming over tomorrow, to take Kat to the pub.
hopefully that'll cheer her up a bit :)