Shock.  Horror.  Cleaned the flat a bit tonight.  Ok, I didn't really.  I just moved the stuff from one pile to another.   But it was a good effort.  And I found all sorts of things I'd forgotten I had!  Like.... a ruler (Wow! I know!)                                            oooo the cursor moved all on it's own then.  Oooooo, scary hacker-type people?  Virus?  Ah, no, hang on                    it's just me leaning on the spacebar with my elbow.  Ah.  Ehem.

 

 

Blimey.  Friday was ace!  I don't remember an awful lot though to be honest!  I've been told there was lots of kissing involved but I have no recollection at all!  I have discovered that my disposable camera is completely used up so slightly worried about getting the pics developed!  They could be messy!  It's taken me until now to feel even vaguely human again!!  Not good, but very excellent all at the same time! 

 

Had my hair cut on Friday.  I'm not convinced there's a lot of difference to be honest but I have before and after photos somewhere so I'll stick them up when I sort them and you can judge for yourself.

 

Right, I'd better ring my mum up - she came back from the USA on Friday and I'd better have a catch up with her!

 

Post photos later! x

 

 

 

 

 

 

We went up to Exeter yesterday to meet up with several people from the SpeedDating night.  We caught the train from Torre Station and it's fair to say it's not First Great Western's (or whoever runs it) best station.  Although a grafittied wall did provide us with, ooo, five minutes of entertainment!  Tippex is proven to be a successful substance because many of the comments were written in that medium and the majority of the "ring this number" notes were missing the '1' from the dialing code!!  There were plenty of messages about Giles and some about Mat too.  My favourite one was regarding a budgie!  And being me I figured I ought to take pics so you could all see what I am whittering about.  Yes yes, weird I know.  And being all sensible I've blacked out some of the numbers.  If you're that curious go down to Torre Station and see for yourself!

 

 

 

 

I received a letter the other day from the management agency that look after the building I live in.  As you read the excerpt below you should consider that I live in a flat on the first floor with no garden.  Oh and I type this word for word:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Erm apart from the fact that I DON'T HAVE A GARDEN (well actually, I do - it's an imaginary garden just outside my window but it doesn't need much attention what with it being fresh air and all) I have taken offence at being told what to do by someone addressing me as 'Madman' and subsequently demonstrating their inabilities in English grammar and spelling!  Bought to their attention? They purchased it?  Residence - erm I think not!  And actually they're not 'Skip bins' but hey, that's just to do with definition right?  NO!  I'm on my high horse now.  I checked!  Oh and if they're accusing me of filling the bins up with all the bits from my really really big pretend tree then their sentence implies I am not a resident!  Should it not read "...leaving room for other residents..."??  GRRR it annoys me!  You'll probably find spelling mistakes and stuff of mine in here now!!  Haha!   But the difference between my crappy grammar/spelling and theirs is that I am not being paid to write this!  So I reserve the right to have poor English.  THEY are being paid to write these stupid letters of tosh.  They could at least take time to get them right! 

 

Grrrrrr I'm fed up of receiving stupid letters from an agency having a go like we're students in a Hall of Residence!  I'm going to try and start a group for all the tenants (since the owners have one all of their own and we're not allowed join it!).

 

But not right now though because I'm off to a friend's to watch films and eat unhealthy food.  I've my priorities sorted!  We plan to scare ourselves silly.  "He's behind you!"  "Oh no he isn't!"  "Oh yes he is!"  "Oh no he isn't"  "Oh yes he is and he has a big knife!"  "AARRRGG so he is!  ARGGGG".  A bit like that.  Only without the man and the knife.  I'm sure you catch my drift.

 

p.s. I didn't proofread this prior to posting so any mistakes......  I reserve the right to have poor English!  Ha!

Haven't written in a few days.  What's new?  I've signed up to do maths with the Open University!!  I got a revision pack through and have a few assignments to do already!  The course starts at the beginning of October and I've got the first pack.  I'm not going to go through the course books just yet though because I'll probably just feel terrified!  I was starting to feel a bit lost without any studying to do since finishing the AAT so it's nice to have my head in books again!  Ok, so that might make me slightly crazy but there you go.

 

And of course it's less than 7 days 'til my birthday!  Hurrah!  I'm really happy that it falls on a Friday this year and I've booked a half day at work to have a hair chop.  I hate going to the hairdresser but I'm going to force myself to go.   At least I get a good night out with vaguely nice hair!!  So long as it doesn't rain of course!  The plan so far:

 

*  Hairdresser

*  Run around in a flap panicking about outfit

*  Dash to curryhouse

*  Stuff face while looking radiant and swishing hair appropriately

*  Meet other people in pub(s)

*  Drink whilst still maintaining warm glow of "I'm the birthday girl"

*  Probably stumble to to Valbonne because I have party vouchers

*  Fall over whilst still maintaining warm glow of "I'm still the birthday girl for another hour"

*  Dance (aka fling arms around and hit unsuspecting fellow boppers) as midnight hits [did I really just type the word 'boppers'??]

*  Cry in the loos because I am no longer the birthday girl

*  Dance some more, the air of "birthday girl" a distant memory

*  Oh, and maybe warble along to the songs at the same time

*  Hic up home (alone, assuming I'm a good girl)

*  Throw up

 

Roll on Friday!!!

 

p.s. I apologise for 'boppers'.  I am clearly turning into an old woman before my time.  Oh the shame...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My dad is the best!!  Last week there was a bit of an incident in my flat regarding some spiders.  One of them was HUGE and I was in such a state I had to ring my mate up to counsel me!!  When the HUGE big MEGA one disappeared she coached me through shutting my sitting room door and putting putting a towel down to block any escape!  Yes I know, it all sounds a bit daft.  But you have to understand, I am terrified!  So anyway the next morning I pretty much avoided the sitting room and made my friend come round when I'd finished work!  I figured if it was dead somewhere (I'd sprayed it with killer stuff) and sure enough it was behind a cushion on my sofa.  ARRRRGG.  Horrid horrid horrid.  Anyhow, back to how my dad is fabulous?  I think the spider house is in my bathroom in a horrid big hole behind my loo.  So tonight on the phone I asked dad to fill the holes with stuff (I couldn't go near the holes!  They had cobwebs in and everything!) and he said he would do it sometime.  I said that it would be great and started rambling in my way about how horrid they are and how I hate going in my bathroom etc etc... and he just came round and sorted the problem out!  How great is he?  I'm happy.  That's for sure.

 

Bet I see a horrid hairy now.  Bet you.

 

 

I've had the most lazy day.  Well that's not strictly true, it's not THE most lazy day I've ever had.  Lets face it, I have a lot of those.  Particularly on a Sunday.  So while sitting around pondering my need to hoover the flat and dismissing the idea immediately on the grounds that today is the day of rest I figured it was an ideal time to defrost the freezer in my fridge.  For those of you that have witnessed the sorry state of my tiny freezer you will realise it's not a small job.  For those of you that have not seen it, let me explain.  The freezer is so bunged up with ice that the door actually doesn't shut anymore.  I clearly would have failed domestic science at school (good job I didn't take it then isn't it?).  So I emptied the fridge at around two thinking the whole thing would be over by now.  But oh no.  It's still pretty chocca with ice.  I've just had a root around with a kitchen knife to try and hurry things along a little bit and have come across a packet of sweetcorn I didn't know I had.  Among the other frozen finds are peas and something else.  I don't know what the other packet is yet though because it's still well and truly frozen into the small box.  This is not going to plan at all.  Still, it's an excellent excuse to eat the contents of my fridge.  Well, they'll go off otherwise won't they?  So plenty of cheese on toast for me then!  Hurrah!

 

Whilst waiting for the ice to do it's thing I watched a film on Five - 84 Charing Cross Road.  I didn't have high hopes but found myself quite enjoying it.... but shhhh don't tell anyone!  It was a tale of a romantic relationship between a writer in New York and a bloke who works in a bookshop (Anthony Hopkins) in London, set sometime after the war I think.  I'm not sure.  It spanned over loads of years.  Clearly I paid attention to that detail, ehem.  So anyway, moving swiftly on, their relationship was purely by letter.  Until one day the bloke died and she never got to meet him.  I have to confess to having a brief weep at that.  But the film made me consider how letter-writing has been taken over by email and MSN.  Gone are the days of writing a letter to the person you want to woo.  Or even writing just to hello and keep up to date.  It's all email.  I wrote loads of letters to an ex many moons ago when we didn't see each other due to geographical cirmcumstances.  I would write pages and pages of complete twaddle (well you can imagine can't you?!) and when we broke up (but became friends very briefly) he confessed that he'd kept some of them and actually quite liked receiving them at the time.  I was quite stunned about that but good to know the ink wasn't totally wasted!  But I'm not sure I'd do that ever again.  Not when you can keep in touch with someone by text or email.  You're never truly apart are you?  Heaven forbid that one might have their address!  And how many relationships spark up from a quick email?  Ooh and I wonder how many relationships end by email?  If they even bother to say "ta ra" that is!  Because it's so easy to just not bother.  To hit the delete key.  Email and SMS have changed the way people talk to each other.  Or maybe it's just made it easier for people to behave badly?  Whatever.  But the fact is, you can't beat getting a handwritten letter.   In fact, I might write one now!  To my Granny B!  Yes!  I will!