greetings from yesterday.
Dear Royal Mail,
Thank you for your aborted attempt to deliver my BIRTHDAY package from Becky, last Friday. I accept that the five-month delay is perhaps more Becky's fault than yours, but let's put that aside for a moment. However, as I said to my party guests last weekend when they turned up A LITTLE BEFORE MIDNIGHT (resisting the urge to claw out their eyes for making me look like a friendless loser for hours), better late than never. Of course, I wasn't in, and the redelivery message left on your answerphone gave the aural equivalent of a shrug and advised me to arrange redelivery online, so i all took longer than expected. My question is this: why, after deciding last week that the package was too big for my letterbox, did it seem acceptable this morning to cram the thing in with gleeful disregard of the contents? Especially given that you could have knocked on the door, or stopped squashing when you saw me running to open the door.
Many thanks, Jenny.
Yes, that's right, I haven't updated in ages and the most important thing I have to write about is the inadequacy of our postal service (i can't spell today, sorry). It was either that or the fascinating revelation that I watched Alias today and yes it is silly but it's also quite fun. And that Jennifer Garner does have something vaguely masculine about her (I think it's her jaw) but is still really pretty.
I've not done much in the way of excitement. I was home for about a week, where I mostly babysat Amelie, went for walks and slouched about. It was nice. I came back for the house party on Saturday which was bad because my friends were so incredibly late, but good cause it forced me to be sociable and make new friends. Ian was the only one with good enough manners to reply to my message saying they might be a little later than expected. Actually he also thanked me for the invite the next day which was nice, maybe he's gone to some kind of boys training school. Argh. Must stop that. Anyway if he'd been to some sort of training school he'd be.... well. Less of an overwhelming idiot. But enough about that.
On Sunday I'm going to Belfast to visit Oonagh which should be fun. I'm back on Wednesday to go to the Tegan & Sara gig (yay!) then a few days after that I'm off to Plymouth to stay with Lauren. Speaking of Tegan & Sara, why can't I find the new album anywhere? The only place that had any notion of what I was on about was HMV, who said they could import it for £22 which would take about a month. Hmmm. Not impressed. Shopping was a complete waste of a day, I tried on almost every piece of clothing in Leeds, and it all looked bad. In fact no, some of it looked bad. It ranged from looking bad to actually being offensive to the eyes. I think (despite eating enourmous dinners, why can't I get used to cooking for one?!) I am getting skinnier, it's really unattractive. Well. I blame fashion for being so UNFLATTERING. Smock tops?! Really?! All I wanted was to spend the £50 Michael left me in an envelope at home after I refused his offer of a loan (bless), getting a nice summer dress or something. Instead I got one of those multi-peg things for drying los of uderwear, socks and whatnot, heel grips for my shoes, and blank DVDs. How wildly exciting!! I almost bought the new Amy Bloom book but I realised I am very poor and could/should probably get it cheaper on the internet.
Well I should really get dressed so I can do something with my day. I have to write an article for the PJ5K. If anyone wants to see the photos from our promo shoot me with me looking like a special child on day release from the hospital, I will have it up on facebook soon. That's what I should do today, but I quite want to pump up the tyres on my bike and cycle up the canal path to have a picnic somewhere. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow since I've barely slept all week. I don't know WHY, cause I am usually knackered, but it seems like I shut my eyes and my brain just refuses to shut down. It's starting to make me very grumpy indeed. Maybe I'll write the article and just lounge about all day, I could always read in the yard so I get some sun. I've started reading The Grapes of Wrath cause it's one of those big serious books I'm sick of carting around with me every time I move house without ever reading. So far it seems a bit dry. I hope it's not 700 pages of dry, but we'll see. I might take a smaller book to Belfast with me cause I'm only taking hand luggage and that book would take up half the space. I hope this isn't going to be like the time I read Underworld, and it took me forever and was not worthwhile at all. Blah.
Thank you for your aborted attempt to deliver my BIRTHDAY package from Becky, last Friday. I accept that the five-month delay is perhaps more Becky's fault than yours, but let's put that aside for a moment. However, as I said to my party guests last weekend when they turned up A LITTLE BEFORE MIDNIGHT (resisting the urge to claw out their eyes for making me look like a friendless loser for hours), better late than never. Of course, I wasn't in, and the redelivery message left on your answerphone gave the aural equivalent of a shrug and advised me to arrange redelivery online, so i all took longer than expected. My question is this: why, after deciding last week that the package was too big for my letterbox, did it seem acceptable this morning to cram the thing in with gleeful disregard of the contents? Especially given that you could have knocked on the door, or stopped squashing when you saw me running to open the door.
Many thanks, Jenny.
Yes, that's right, I haven't updated in ages and the most important thing I have to write about is the inadequacy of our postal service (i can't spell today, sorry). It was either that or the fascinating revelation that I watched Alias today and yes it is silly but it's also quite fun. And that Jennifer Garner does have something vaguely masculine about her (I think it's her jaw) but is still really pretty.
I've not done much in the way of excitement. I was home for about a week, where I mostly babysat Amelie, went for walks and slouched about. It was nice. I came back for the house party on Saturday which was bad because my friends were so incredibly late, but good cause it forced me to be sociable and make new friends. Ian was the only one with good enough manners to reply to my message saying they might be a little later than expected. Actually he also thanked me for the invite the next day which was nice, maybe he's gone to some kind of boys training school. Argh. Must stop that. Anyway if he'd been to some sort of training school he'd be.... well. Less of an overwhelming idiot. But enough about that.
On Sunday I'm going to Belfast to visit Oonagh which should be fun. I'm back on Wednesday to go to the Tegan & Sara gig (yay!) then a few days after that I'm off to Plymouth to stay with Lauren. Speaking of Tegan & Sara, why can't I find the new album anywhere? The only place that had any notion of what I was on about was HMV, who said they could import it for £22 which would take about a month. Hmmm. Not impressed. Shopping was a complete waste of a day, I tried on almost every piece of clothing in Leeds, and it all looked bad. In fact no, some of it looked bad. It ranged from looking bad to actually being offensive to the eyes. I think (despite eating enourmous dinners, why can't I get used to cooking for one?!) I am getting skinnier, it's really unattractive. Well. I blame fashion for being so UNFLATTERING. Smock tops?! Really?! All I wanted was to spend the £50 Michael left me in an envelope at home after I refused his offer of a loan (bless), getting a nice summer dress or something. Instead I got one of those multi-peg things for drying los of uderwear, socks and whatnot, heel grips for my shoes, and blank DVDs. How wildly exciting!! I almost bought the new Amy Bloom book but I realised I am very poor and could/should probably get it cheaper on the internet.
Well I should really get dressed so I can do something with my day. I have to write an article for the PJ5K. If anyone wants to see the photos from our promo shoot me with me looking like a special child on day release from the hospital, I will have it up on facebook soon. That's what I should do today, but I quite want to pump up the tyres on my bike and cycle up the canal path to have a picnic somewhere. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow since I've barely slept all week. I don't know WHY, cause I am usually knackered, but it seems like I shut my eyes and my brain just refuses to shut down. It's starting to make me very grumpy indeed. Maybe I'll write the article and just lounge about all day, I could always read in the yard so I get some sun. I've started reading The Grapes of Wrath cause it's one of those big serious books I'm sick of carting around with me every time I move house without ever reading. So far it seems a bit dry. I hope it's not 700 pages of dry, but we'll see. I might take a smaller book to Belfast with me cause I'm only taking hand luggage and that book would take up half the space. I hope this isn't going to be like the time I read Underworld, and it took me forever and was not worthwhile at all. Blah.