Surveying the flat with a critical eye this morning (following the beam of sunlight that miraculously found its way through the cloud cover and into my living room), I had to concede that the place is a pigsty! I've never been particularly house-proud (a cursory wipe with a damp cloth will usually suffice as far as I'm concerned), but I've been really letting it go quite a bit in recent weeks...well, working stupid hours during the week and not bothering with much in the weekends will do that, I suppose. Deciding to bring in another cat hasn't helped matters, either: the place is a war zone with broken earthenware and potted plants turned to shreds everywhere. Wish it was just the living room, but the kitchen's a mess, and so is the study...There's tons of paper lying about, too -- all these fanfics I've been trying to keep up with have taken over my quarters! ::headdesk:: I've got to do something about it, and pronto: I've got people coming on Friday!
Actually, I've no idea what they're coming round for. I wasn't paying any special attention when I agreed they could all converge on my place and get changed there, but from the last part, I understand we're off somewhere -- hmmm, this could be the perfect opportunity for me to wear my new skirt out in public for the first time! Hope it'll fare better than my new shoes: stupid crazy paving our councils insist on using for our streets has ruined many a fine pair of heels in my collection, and my latest acquisition is the last in a long line. ::sigh:: I don't know why I bother, sometimes...
Meanwhile, it looks like I'm all set to go back to Blighty for the last week in August; a friend of mine has asked me to accompany him on a trip to London for a couple of days, and
calove has invited me down to Kent...and hey! bogwitch! Do you think we could see you, too? Just a thought...
And going through my mind is a song by The Smiths that's remarkably apt: forget about computers and books, I want a boy for my birthday. But where can I get one?
Actually, I've no idea what they're coming round for. I wasn't paying any special attention when I agreed they could all converge on my place and get changed there, but from the last part, I understand we're off somewhere -- hmmm, this could be the perfect opportunity for me to wear my new skirt out in public for the first time! Hope it'll fare better than my new shoes: stupid crazy paving our councils insist on using for our streets has ruined many a fine pair of heels in my collection, and my latest acquisition is the last in a long line. ::sigh:: I don't know why I bother, sometimes...
Meanwhile, it looks like I'm all set to go back to Blighty for the last week in August; a friend of mine has asked me to accompany him on a trip to London for a couple of days, and
calove has invited me down to Kent...and hey! bogwitch! Do you think we could see you, too? Just a thought...And going through my mind is a song by The Smiths that's remarkably apt: forget about computers and books, I want a boy for my birthday. But where can I get one?
- Current Mood:
good - Current Music:'I Want A Boy For My Birthday' - The Smiths
Comments
But this one looks a tad too small. I'm travelling back from Leicestershire on 24th and, if I know MWNN (which I suppose I do, after all this time), he'll be chafing to be back afloat and whisk us all off on 25th. Mind you, he relented last year when
So, you never know. Sort out something with the others and if I can make it, I'll be there.
Leicestershire...I've got a soft spot for Leicestershire - well, I would, seeing as how I used to live in its capital. Haven't been back there in ages...oh well.
My diary is completely empty. If I did anything in the day, it might be subject to time off. Oh, that's a bank holiday weekend, isn't it? Whenever you can fit me in.
Anyway, before I take my book and Pimms out into the garden... yes, great! Up for meeting up with boggy and the devil - very much so. Say where and when - I can be fairly flexible at the moment. Sounds like a great plan!
There, there, of course you do. It's just that it's...flexible at the moment, and we're all dead jealous...well, I am...a little...and shutting up, now, or you may not let me come down to the lovely Kent countryside at all (should have thought of this before putting my foot in it, shouldn't I? Bugger!).
I know my friend's going to go back home on the 24th, but I was planning of hanging around for a couple of more days, so -- just let me make arrangements and I'll get back to you on the actual date and stuff.