Tuesday, June 08, 2004
swilling in filth
Hmmm Day 4 since my shower was "fixed" and I have been informed that the mixer has infact gone (2 years old, handy, just beyond warranty) and it'll be mulcho money to fix. Slowly the savings account disappears under the onslaught of life. Meanwhile I'm having to have baths and swill around in my own filth or go and use the mans shower -which is about a lilly livered a shower as I've ever experienced, as well as being uber sensitive and will only actually achieve the correct temperature 3 secs at a time then for 6 seconds when you have finally given up on the idea of a proper shower. It is a shower for messing in not washing in.
Trauma of clothes clearance for a friend recovered from, voting completed. I still don't like postal voting (especially as it has become deliver it yourself voting for me) and this lack of campaigning that the local people are doing. Hey the alternative is not worth contemplating, what right have I got to whinge if I don't bother expressing my opinion on the magic slip of paper? Lets face it I'll never deny a good whinge.
Not quite got over the trauma of JM on the phone last night, but think I remember salient points. FB to give birth next week. Parents to be visiting for subsequent month, not desiring visiting here, would like to meet in London. SNP/conservatives/stuff Scottish MEPs, lack of veg in guests diets. Why don't many old people and men eat veg? And why are my folks so weird they do?
Cats are completely surreal tonight - clearly the excitement of winning a cat related competition on someone else's blog has worn off on them. Or maybe they believe I support their policy of feeding at every household on the street.
Trauma of clothes clearance for a friend recovered from, voting completed. I still don't like postal voting (especially as it has become deliver it yourself voting for me) and this lack of campaigning that the local people are doing. Hey the alternative is not worth contemplating, what right have I got to whinge if I don't bother expressing my opinion on the magic slip of paper? Lets face it I'll never deny a good whinge.
Not quite got over the trauma of JM on the phone last night, but think I remember salient points. FB to give birth next week. Parents to be visiting for subsequent month, not desiring visiting here, would like to meet in London. SNP/conservatives/stuff Scottish MEPs, lack of veg in guests diets. Why don't many old people and men eat veg? And why are my folks so weird they do?
Cats are completely surreal tonight - clearly the excitement of winning a cat related competition on someone else's blog has worn off on them. Or maybe they believe I support their policy of feeding at every household on the street.
// posted by Bitvacuous @ 10:23 pm 
