So this morning started at about 6:15, both dogs had already been out twice, I’d been out about three times. Joys of not drinking anything I was up like a shot. Dogs were in the car by 6:20, we were there by 6:30. I was back in bed by 7:00.

I was frozen, Jamie was warm, he warmed me up, in a similar way to which you would start a fire with a stick. He went to work.

I started at about 10, as the cleaners rang to say they were on there way. Got stuck into it pretty much straight away. I was on a mission of something I wanted to complete so just got my head down and got on with it.

Not to say that twitter didn’t get in the way. Dan Howell (Danisnotonfire) tweeted some fun thing about 22 not being old (I think one of one direction had hit this age). It went along the lines of “~youth is a state of mind not a number~ well until you go grey and wrinkly but that’s what surgery is for jk”, to which I posted, “@danisnotonfire You’re only as old as the boy that you feel. (Or 25 in my case).”. To which in great surprise I got a response, “@mannmansion as in groping or a mental state sorry that was silghtly unclear”. I replied and said it was the former but it was okay because we are married. It got 183 favourites and 49 re-tweets so it made my day anyway. The stalking will continue.

Finished work. Had a bath with Jamie. Drank wine. Now waiting for the takeaway to turn up. Fun times.

So first thing this morning I towed the kart to a field and met up with the other guys. Somehow I’d manage to acquire a stash of nyloc wheel nuts so I was handing these out. I walked back to the car and decided I’d go for a walk. But I thought I couldn’t go for a walk empty handed so I unscrewed the car bonnet, stuck it under my arm, it was quite comfortable as the bracket sat under my chin. I got on a small cushion and started hovering, I was getting strange looks just outside the petrol station but I continued on my way until I got to the Trocadero Centre. I then decided that if I kept turning left I would end up where I started. So I turned left and headed for Shinjuku, then left again to Harijuku. At this point I ended up in a small office where there was woman negotiating with a couple of kids about fly posting. I soon left here and turned left again, all was fine as I was back at the petrol station, still hovering on my cushion with a car bonnet under my chin.

I woke up. The rest of the day just wasn’t as interesting. Work was quiet, so I got a few bits done. Weather has been awful, so briefly took the dogs out when it was dry. Did more work. No gym today as it closed early. Tidied up the house, as the cleaners are coming tomorrow. Repaired the arcade cabinet, it had a weird fault where the ‘up’ was only operating on release, so I’ve rewired it to another channel. I’ve also changed the joysticks so they work properly on diagonals. Now I’m waiting for Jamie to bugger off so I can wrap up the Christmas presents.

So today started once again how I like to start a Saturday. With coffee, cereal and a warm dog. Once that was out of the way I looked through the Christmas radio times and worked out what I’m going to watch and when the Royal Institution Christmas lectures are on.

Got up and walked the dogs. I surprised Dillon with a bit of a Pincer manoeuvre with his harness. As soon as he had it on he was fine.

Came back and then went over to Tesco’s to pick up a couple of bits for a couple of meals this week. Bought a couple of large bones for the dogs. Saw Jamie and game of thrones boy. They are off shopping again tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll end up in the back of a car park somewhere, with “Oh Tyrion”, “Oh Cersei”, being shouted out as the suspension creeks.

Had lunch. Went into town, which wasn’t as heaving as I was expecting. Picked up a couple of small presents. Visited mother, listened to her talk about herself. Showed her how to use her Amazon account to buy books. She will have forgotten by now and will no doubt be phoning me later about it. Have a nice iced Christmas cake though. Fruit cake always makes me fart a lot.

Did the accounts, paid bills. Renewed my virus killer. I’m cooking tonight, yay, Fajitas. Think I’ll play on the arcade cab for a bit, have a bath and then get the food on. Jamie’s out tomorrow, so I may do something really Christmassy and start looking at decorating the lounge.

Today was pretty much spent looking and fixing one bug. All to do with atomics and race conditions. I was adding an item to a lock free ring buffer then kicking a thread to read it. But there was a possibility that that thread would return due to resources and then it would all go horribly wrong. So added additional atomics to do a job count and then a spin, then finally a yield to stop it spinning on itself. Oh, the hours of fun you can have with atomics, threads and barriers. I could write a large book about them, it would be very dull.

Apart from that I’ve done pretty much nothing today, other than going to Pump. That will be the last gym class of the year. I wore my Santa hat again.

Still waiting for this damn thing to compile so I can check it all in. Then it’s bath time. Jamie’s out with ‘Game of Thrones’ boy, probably having a blowy in a car park somewhere, then polished off with a Nando’s.

Annoyingly thanks to the weather there’s been no flying for a couple of weeks and looking at the forecast it doesn’t look much better later in the week either. Never mind, at least I save some money.

Christmas is coming, peace and good will to all men…fuck that. So today was yet again debugging bloody multi-threaded rendering. It was fine, just a bit dull. Caught up on my mass backlog of radio listening. So that’s all show tunes, rave, big band and organ music done. Walked Sasha, Dillon wasn’t interested yet again. Despised my mother, nothing unusual there. Did I ever mention about the Nike Windrunner jacket? Probably not, story for Christmas that one.

Is it possible to despise and love someone at the same time? Ah, probably. The dog has eaten a sock, we look forward to him throwing it up in the morning.

Went to Spin. Laverne tried to make everyone feel Christmassy. See ‘despise’ above. Did more work. We finally put up the Christmas tree. The dogs currently don’t seem very interested, which is good.

Tomorrow I have a nice thread locking bug to look into. And the last pump class of the year.

So today started with taking Dillon to day care at 6:30. I got up fairly early anyway (well for me) as I had to take Sasha to the vet for a check-up and her shots (all okay). Still working on threading renderer type issues, was left with a bit of a bug last night, fixed fairly early on. But then there is massive amounts of testing that needs to be done before you can check code in.

Went to pump. Wore a Santa hat, as we were supposed to wear something Christmassy. Only two of us managed it. I kept the hat on for the entire class, by the time I’d finished and removed it, it was like lifting a goldfish bowl off my head.

Came back and did some more work. While it was all building I signed up to ‘Google Analytics’ so I can see how few people access my site. Currently viewing people? One, and that’s me. I will see what it gathers. I have other tracking stuff running as well, so it’s just an additional one.

New barrel arrived, so sterilised it lunchtime and got the Pinot on the go. I’ve just added the stabiliser to the Australian White, so that will need beating often over the next few days.

Today was a bit weird. Okay, I’m going to get on my high horse here at some point. Yesterday, I was sent a mail by FaceBook saying, “It’s Natalie’s birthday this week, why don’t you write on her wall.” Why? Is she going to read it? It was a little upsetting, but also a good reminder. I have no objection to leaving a memory and some words on FaceBook. Which is exactly what I did, I posted some nice words and a nice photo from our wedding.

Now this evening, “Trial by FaceBook” has started. Her husband, basically is seeing another woman. He met her 14 weeks after Nat’s death. Now how do I feel about this? Well to be honest I’m still a little bit on the fence. In one mind I’m glad he’s moved on, he always seemed very strong to me, on the other….well, if she hadn’t died from natural causes I’d be fucking suspicious. I’m just not sure, I’m really not. Most of me says, “Don’t get envolved.”, but I know at some point or other I probably will.

It’s come to a bit of a head this evening with her sister basically posting that he’s a fraud and that he’s trying to dump the kids on anyone who will take them etc. etc. He’s posted pictures of a birthday cake and pictures of the kids by the grave side. Is it nice? Is it sick? I’m going to have to have a really hard think about this.

I’ve certainly found some things strange over the past few months, some things just haven’t added up. I think now is the time to seriously analyse it all and come to a decision.

From a personal note though, Nat I miss chatting to you and the world is missing a beautiful girl. Did you make a bad decision marrying Dan? I’m not sure at the moment. I just know, when you were alive, you enjoyed every minute of it, and that’s what’s important.

What happens now is in the realms of the one’s who are still alive. If I’m to have any governance or control over that I will have to think about.

Happy birthday Natalie, I miss you.

I was sat down last night watching a bit of telly, Dillon was flat out next to me having his chin stroked. Sasha appeared and nudged me, I thought she needed to go out for a pee, so I opened the back door. She just stood there, so I sat down again. Once more she came over and nudged me. If finally caught on to what she wanted. I shifted over to the middle of the couch, Dillon relocated a bit and then Sasha jumped up next to me, she wanted a cuddle too. It was cold, having two warm dogs next to you was nice.

Work wise, well it was a Monday, I really don’t do Monday’s and this one especially. I tidied up and checked in all the stuff related to that bug I was working on. Then started looking at hiding sets, which is as exciting as it sounds.

Walked Sasha. Dillon may want a cuddle, but he doesn’t want a walk. Went to combat, last one of the year. Good fun. Did a home check for a couple of cats. Attempted to do more work. Did my expenses instead. Need to hit it a lot harder tomorrow or my time sheet will look shit, saying that I did ten hours on Friday so I’m owed quite a bit.

Think I’ll play on the arcade cabinet now. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow from an emotional point of view.

Oh Sarah, the word you need is “Spr@tt”…enjoy.

This morning started off rather loudly, thanks to being next to the service elevator. Anyway, went down to breakfast at about 9:30, met various people who were in various states of death. I think I had five things of coffee before I could even face toast. Left luggage at reception and then dived off into London to pick up a couple of things. Walked back to the hotel and picked up my luggage. Saw Simon there, who looked rough as hell, they had lost his jacket, he had lost the ticket.

I then had to lug this bloody Xbox all through the underground and back to Paddington. Again, not very exciting journey back, weather shit. Got back home. Jamie’s dad was here. I was dying for a shit but had to hang around and chat as Jamie was getting changed to do an extra shift at work.

When everyone had gone I booted up Dragon’s Lair on the arcade machine and after about five attempts managed to complete it. It’s been about 27 years since I last did that. After that I played around with the heli and gyro again. I just can’t get the damn thing working right, it just seems to pulse the rotors. I need to do some more research.

I then did the accounts, I’ve spent an obscene amount of money this month on finishing off the decorating, arcade machine and new years stuff. Still I’m sure it’s all worthy.

Then Jamie came back from work and we went to the new Nando’s. I had chicken and chips. The sauces weren’t as spicy as I thought they would be. The chips had way too much salt on them. But overall, yeah it was okay.

Came back and cooked eggs for my Salad next week. Then I think it’s time to jump in the bath. Christmas coming up, god I hate Christmas.