Bastardarse Week
Warning: The following journal entry WILL contain strong language, if you feel this may offend you or are of a nervous disposition, please look away now.
Tues: Splodge - the poorly rabbit referred to in my last journal entry is cured -no more chicken bottom, infact hair now growing back nicely, BUT got bill from vet £137!! I have renamed her Bastardarse.
Weds: Booked in an appointment for an Indian Head Massage - have not been for about 3 months, was really looking forward to it, it is a lovely relaxing treat thing. As I pulled into Indian Head Bev's driveway my windscreen became so steamed up I could not see through it, when I got out my car was hissing away with liquid of some description pissing out underneath. Did have head massage, but interspersed with calls from Land Rover Assistance and not at all relaxing. It was the cylinder head gasket. I was nervous for two days anticipating the cost of this on top of Bastardarse, and a very expensive service only a couple of months ago. the Service Manager greeted me happily telling me how it was all mended and lovely and how they had washed and cleaned my car for me - and by the way was I aware that I had a rancid marrow under the passenger seat - all the while I was thinking I couldn't give a hairy shite, just tell me how much it will be - and then an amazing thing happened, he said of course it is all covered under the Assistance Policy - I couldn't believe it, after years of having policies for this and that I no longer bother, as no matter what goes wrong you are always told "well I'm afraid this particular problem isn't actually covered by the policy". I was so happy at having 'saved' some money that my friend and I headed straight out for lunch.
Friday: Friend's birthday. We had arranged to go out. It has been arranged for weeks. Davis has known for weeks, I also reminded him on the morning. I go out alone (well not alone, that would just be sad, with friends) about 6 times a year in the evening, so you would think he would manage to get home on time - but no! I got a text message from him at lunch time to say he was going for a drink after work, tried not to panic, thought it will be fine, he will be back in time - but no. To make matters worse I was the designated driver for the evening and so my passengers began to turn up. I managed to get hold of him at the time we were supposed to be with my friend, he was just leaving Brighton!?* Bollocks.
Sunday: Went to Medievil Festival at Michelham Priory, girls loved it as it is supposedly haunted and full of goth type people. I however, was approached by a man who informed me that I would make a 'lovely buxom wench' and that he was in a position to offer me a costume should I wish to take up his offer!! Diet starts today.
Tues: Splodge - the poorly rabbit referred to in my last journal entry is cured -no more chicken bottom, infact hair now growing back nicely, BUT got bill from vet £137!! I have renamed her Bastardarse.
Weds: Booked in an appointment for an Indian Head Massage - have not been for about 3 months, was really looking forward to it, it is a lovely relaxing treat thing. As I pulled into Indian Head Bev's driveway my windscreen became so steamed up I could not see through it, when I got out my car was hissing away with liquid of some description pissing out underneath. Did have head massage, but interspersed with calls from Land Rover Assistance and not at all relaxing. It was the cylinder head gasket. I was nervous for two days anticipating the cost of this on top of Bastardarse, and a very expensive service only a couple of months ago. the Service Manager greeted me happily telling me how it was all mended and lovely and how they had washed and cleaned my car for me - and by the way was I aware that I had a rancid marrow under the passenger seat - all the while I was thinking I couldn't give a hairy shite, just tell me how much it will be - and then an amazing thing happened, he said of course it is all covered under the Assistance Policy - I couldn't believe it, after years of having policies for this and that I no longer bother, as no matter what goes wrong you are always told "well I'm afraid this particular problem isn't actually covered by the policy". I was so happy at having 'saved' some money that my friend and I headed straight out for lunch.
Friday: Friend's birthday. We had arranged to go out. It has been arranged for weeks. Davis has known for weeks, I also reminded him on the morning. I go out alone (well not alone, that would just be sad, with friends) about 6 times a year in the evening, so you would think he would manage to get home on time - but no! I got a text message from him at lunch time to say he was going for a drink after work, tried not to panic, thought it will be fine, he will be back in time - but no. To make matters worse I was the designated driver for the evening and so my passengers began to turn up. I managed to get hold of him at the time we were supposed to be with my friend, he was just leaving Brighton!?* Bollocks.
Sunday: Went to Medievil Festival at Michelham Priory, girls loved it as it is supposedly haunted and full of goth type people. I however, was approached by a man who informed me that I would make a 'lovely buxom wench' and that he was in a position to offer me a costume should I wish to take up his offer!! Diet starts today.