Just when you think it's safe.
Aye, I am still alive, for all those out there in journal-land who may have been wondering. I wish I had time for a real juicy update (and I mean juicy ;-)) but, alas, the owner of this computer, and of the house I'm squatting in, doesn't know I'm using it. So I must be stealth. I just couldn't bear another moment away! I had to get my fix, like any proper addict.
Okay, okay. So a quick sum up.
My building was the victim of a candle malfunction and is now a shell of charcoal. Quite lovely, really. I think it almost adds something to the street. Luckily, I was in Dublin partying it up at the time. Even more luckily I had some amazing neighbours who were swift and wonderful enough to save my cat. And sweet enough to ring imediately after it happened. Not so luckily... a lot of my stuff remained inside and is now, well, unusable shall we say. And I'm broke. And homeless. So it kinda sucks all round. The neighbours feel awful and I know they're taking most of the flack considering the fire started in their flat. I would have been ticked had they not saved Persy. Mostly I'm just too grateful for that to feel anything else. The rest of it is just stuff. (Of course, had I not brought my violin and my favourite shoes to Dublin with me I may be thinking something entirely different now.)
Okay, so that's that. What else? Oh right, how could I forget. Wedding Plans. *cue Theme from Psycho* Natalie has this uncanny ability to find me 24/7 whenever she had a "smashing" new idea or something she needs a little "assistance" with. "Two itty bitty seconds" is her new favourite catchphrase. But of course, "itty bitty" to Nat normally takes up an entire afternoon. And she's just bloody sweet about it! She doesn't demand or lecture or even cajole she just pops up out of nowhere and all of a sudden you're heading across town to look at serviettes. Yestderday for instance, I was jogging by the river, had only been out about fifteen minutes, in the drizzly cold, not having informed anyone on earth where I was. Round the bend, and there she is! "Oh, Brooke! Fancy meeting you here!" My ass. I swear she's hired a Private Eye to spy on me. I've been on the lookout for any familiar looking cars behind me or dark-clothed strangers in dark hats. So far nothing. She's just that good. This whole thing can't be over soon enough.
And that's where I'll have to end this entry. There's a lot more I could detail, it's been an "interesting" fortnight but I have to be careful how much I go into. As I say, she's got spies everywhere - I'll have to be keeping a few secrets to myself until it's safe.
I hope you all are getting on very well! I miss you! :-)
Okay, okay. So a quick sum up.
My building was the victim of a candle malfunction and is now a shell of charcoal. Quite lovely, really. I think it almost adds something to the street. Luckily, I was in Dublin partying it up at the time. Even more luckily I had some amazing neighbours who were swift and wonderful enough to save my cat. And sweet enough to ring imediately after it happened. Not so luckily... a lot of my stuff remained inside and is now, well, unusable shall we say. And I'm broke. And homeless. So it kinda sucks all round. The neighbours feel awful and I know they're taking most of the flack considering the fire started in their flat. I would have been ticked had they not saved Persy. Mostly I'm just too grateful for that to feel anything else. The rest of it is just stuff. (Of course, had I not brought my violin and my favourite shoes to Dublin with me I may be thinking something entirely different now.)
Okay, so that's that. What else? Oh right, how could I forget. Wedding Plans. *cue Theme from Psycho* Natalie has this uncanny ability to find me 24/7 whenever she had a "smashing" new idea or something she needs a little "assistance" with. "Two itty bitty seconds" is her new favourite catchphrase. But of course, "itty bitty" to Nat normally takes up an entire afternoon. And she's just bloody sweet about it! She doesn't demand or lecture or even cajole she just pops up out of nowhere and all of a sudden you're heading across town to look at serviettes. Yestderday for instance, I was jogging by the river, had only been out about fifteen minutes, in the drizzly cold, not having informed anyone on earth where I was. Round the bend, and there she is! "Oh, Brooke! Fancy meeting you here!" My ass. I swear she's hired a Private Eye to spy on me. I've been on the lookout for any familiar looking cars behind me or dark-clothed strangers in dark hats. So far nothing. She's just that good. This whole thing can't be over soon enough.
And that's where I'll have to end this entry. There's a lot more I could detail, it's been an "interesting" fortnight but I have to be careful how much I go into. As I say, she's got spies everywhere - I'll have to be keeping a few secrets to myself until it's safe.
I hope you all are getting on very well! I miss you! :-)