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So, today I volunteered at the Gate. *head desk*
I was supposed to be there to help Esmee - but I was claimed by the museum team after being sent on an interesting, but in some ways frightfully tedious, tour of the Gate - which I did when I first started with SJA.
I spent the afternoon without much to do except file a bunch of papers and I'm sure Esmee could have found more use for me. After all, the museum may have two people on leave and one with a dodgy ankle, but Esmee only does a couple of afternoons a week at best and Philip isn't known as Esmee's Little Helper for nothing.
It was just assumed that I could come in again tomorrow, so I am. I said I had plans for Thursday, but they're trying to coax me in then, too... They want to re-arrange the shop and are hoping I'll help. Anyone who realised I was using annual leave to volunteer at the Gate, today, acted like I was insane. I fear they may be right.
I enjoyed heping Esmee in Harrow, but the Gate itself wasn't as fun for me as I'm sure it is if 900 year old silver is your thing.
Unfortunately, Kitty's booked in for a military film night tomorrow and will be staying over. I'd rather not go in on Thursday after a late night...
I've still no idea what happened to the Pretteh, but I'm sure Amy will have something to tell me, as I bumped into her with Esmee at lunch.
All in all, a thoroughly knackering day - there are a fuckload of steps in the Gate, let me tell you! I have to make my bedroom presentable, in a minute. I don't want Kitty killing herself tripping over my shoes before we've even watched Saving Private Ryan...
I was supposed to be there to help Esmee - but I was claimed by the museum team after being sent on an interesting, but in some ways frightfully tedious, tour of the Gate - which I did when I first started with SJA.
I spent the afternoon without much to do except file a bunch of papers and I'm sure Esmee could have found more use for me. After all, the museum may have two people on leave and one with a dodgy ankle, but Esmee only does a couple of afternoons a week at best and Philip isn't known as Esmee's Little Helper for nothing.
It was just assumed that I could come in again tomorrow, so I am. I said I had plans for Thursday, but they're trying to coax me in then, too... They want to re-arrange the shop and are hoping I'll help. Anyone who realised I was using annual leave to volunteer at the Gate, today, acted like I was insane. I fear they may be right.
I enjoyed heping Esmee in Harrow, but the Gate itself wasn't as fun for me as I'm sure it is if 900 year old silver is your thing.
Unfortunately, Kitty's booked in for a military film night tomorrow and will be staying over. I'd rather not go in on Thursday after a late night...
I've still no idea what happened to the Pretteh, but I'm sure Amy will have something to tell me, as I bumped into her with Esmee at lunch.
All in all, a thoroughly knackering day - there are a fuckload of steps in the Gate, let me tell you! I have to make my bedroom presentable, in a minute. I don't want Kitty killing herself tripping over my shoes before we've even watched Saving Private Ryan...