The house has fallen through. The strange living situation is causing problems, I shall explain. The house was bought by a married couple with two teenage daughters. They then split up but he continued to live there. She then met someone else who moved in with his teenage son, and now they all live there, although the children are all away at university. The woman and her new partner are moving away for work in two months.
It was the woman who did our viewing, and told us that the price was flexible due to some damage from the storms last year to the garage. We called to put in our offer, and she suddenly started backtracking before giving us her ex husband's mobile number and telling us to talk to him. So we called him. He didn't know we had been to see the house, said the price was non-negotiable, despite the damage to the garage, and doesn't seem to want to move at all. So we decided to cancel the survey and back away from the crazy people.
I'm a bit gutted, I could see us living there, it was a beautiful house, and it was pretty perfect. But, onwards and upwards! We've got another house to see tonight (one with massive potential for me getting a whole new kitchen at that!) This is house number eleven, so here's hoping that eleven is the magic number :)
So, a slightly maudlin end to this post, thanks to this week's Glee, keep holdin' on, because we'll make it through...
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Could it be?
Has Hell frozen over? Did pigs learn to fly? We've found a house! We're going to put in an offer tomorrow (subject to the survey coming back) scary ass biscuits! Not going to say anything else as I don't want to jinx it...
My husband has signed up for facebok, despite regular claims that social networking sites are the work of the devil. He did it all on his own and even added some of our friends. He has also checked it regularly since signing up. One can only wonder how long this will last :)
I've started my book club book, and it's a little odd, but very funny when you get into it :)
Drama has erupted, on a forum I use online. Someone on there is known for being opinionated and thinking her way is the only way. Well she's taken it to whole new levels and is now ctually lying outright about things that have been said to her despite the fact that by it's very nature we can search through old posts and prove her wrong. So I'm taking a break from it for a while. A few friends have "flounced" after not having their opinions taken seriously and a few more have declined to comment at all, so we'll see what happens. I'm done. I can't listen to how I'm wrong for another minute. This would be the same person who told myself and the pagan community we were Satan-worshippers back in October. Loves it.
Work is better recently. I know it's only been a week or so but everyone seems to have loosened up. Today we played badminton on the floor! Obviously our manageress wasn't in today... And I doubt it'll ever come out, but it was a fab bonding experience for myself, my supervisor and the under-manager :)
Lost is just not getting any better. What the flying fuck is going on?! They reckon we're getting answers by the end of this season, well they've got a lot of ground to cover by then...
For now, given that I'm watching the Brit awards and have insomnia, I don't wanna rock, DJ, but you're keeping me up all night...
My husband has signed up for facebok, despite regular claims that social networking sites are the work of the devil. He did it all on his own and even added some of our friends. He has also checked it regularly since signing up. One can only wonder how long this will last :)
I've started my book club book, and it's a little odd, but very funny when you get into it :)
Drama has erupted, on a forum I use online. Someone on there is known for being opinionated and thinking her way is the only way. Well she's taken it to whole new levels and is now ctually lying outright about things that have been said to her despite the fact that by it's very nature we can search through old posts and prove her wrong. So I'm taking a break from it for a while. A few friends have "flounced" after not having their opinions taken seriously and a few more have declined to comment at all, so we'll see what happens. I'm done. I can't listen to how I'm wrong for another minute. This would be the same person who told myself and the pagan community we were Satan-worshippers back in October. Loves it.
Work is better recently. I know it's only been a week or so but everyone seems to have loosened up. Today we played badminton on the floor! Obviously our manageress wasn't in today... And I doubt it'll ever come out, but it was a fab bonding experience for myself, my supervisor and the under-manager :)
Lost is just not getting any better. What the flying fuck is going on?! They reckon we're getting answers by the end of this season, well they've got a lot of ground to cover by then...
For now, given that I'm watching the Brit awards and have insomnia, I don't wanna rock, DJ, but you're keeping me up all night...
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Work sucks, I know...
...but noone left me roses. And actually work isn't that bad if I don't listen to the new game we like to play called "Bitch at Ophelia for everything that is wrong, even if she hasn't been near the cabinet in question for months" Not a very snappy name, but it sums up the game pretty well.
The househunt has ground to a halt. We decided to put an offer in on the house we saw weeks ago that I loved, but we phoned to talk money and the owner changed his mind and took the property off the market *bangs head against heavy things* But, there's another house gone up that we're going to try and view before the end of this week, so fingers crossed. I am also being listened to now, after our financial advisor told my husband to take his head out of hs ass about finding an area we are happy with. Epic. My mother in law is now getting involved again, as I knew she would, and actually phoned last night to tell us which houses to look at. Fun times at Ryder High. However, my momma's boy husband told her to wind her neck in so things are looking up :) On that note, my phone just rung and we've got an appt to view the house tonight! :D Very exciting :D
I'm joining a book club :D I had a minor meltdown the other night and told my husband I'm incredibly lonely in this city. He told me to find something to do then, somewhere to meet people. I realised that all my hobbies are very solitary, reading, knitting, cross-stitch, photography. He randomly suggested a book club, and I don't know why I never thought of it before! I get to read, buy new books and meet new people, who like to buy and read books! The first book is "The Elegance of the Hedgehog" so I look forward to reading it :D I spoke to a friend who said when her sister in law emigrated she met most of the people she knows this way, so hopefully this is the start of my new start :D
I left my computer signed in the other day and my husband was using Google. It led to this conversation which made myself and a friend laugh.
"What's Off-eel-ya sulks?"
It's my Google account.
"What's it mean?
Well, Ophelia is a character from Hamlet, who cries a lot, it's a joke.
"Oh."
The man has no culture! I think we may have to change this... Until next time, say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home...
The househunt has ground to a halt. We decided to put an offer in on the house we saw weeks ago that I loved, but we phoned to talk money and the owner changed his mind and took the property off the market *bangs head against heavy things* But, there's another house gone up that we're going to try and view before the end of this week, so fingers crossed. I am also being listened to now, after our financial advisor told my husband to take his head out of hs ass about finding an area we are happy with. Epic. My mother in law is now getting involved again, as I knew she would, and actually phoned last night to tell us which houses to look at. Fun times at Ryder High. However, my momma's boy husband told her to wind her neck in so things are looking up :) On that note, my phone just rung and we've got an appt to view the house tonight! :D Very exciting :D
I'm joining a book club :D I had a minor meltdown the other night and told my husband I'm incredibly lonely in this city. He told me to find something to do then, somewhere to meet people. I realised that all my hobbies are very solitary, reading, knitting, cross-stitch, photography. He randomly suggested a book club, and I don't know why I never thought of it before! I get to read, buy new books and meet new people, who like to buy and read books! The first book is "The Elegance of the Hedgehog" so I look forward to reading it :D I spoke to a friend who said when her sister in law emigrated she met most of the people she knows this way, so hopefully this is the start of my new start :D
I left my computer signed in the other day and my husband was using Google. It led to this conversation which made myself and a friend laugh.
"What's Off-eel-ya sulks?"
It's my Google account.
"What's it mean?
Well, Ophelia is a character from Hamlet, who cries a lot, it's a joke.
"Oh."
The man has no culture! I think we may have to change this... Until next time, say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home...
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Rant rant rant rant rant...
That is apparently all I'm capable of recently. My latest annoyance is an acquaintance who has three healthy sons but who is trying for another baby because she is that deperate for a girl. She has admitted more than once to being disappointed when she found out the last one was a boy, which I find more than a little sad, and now she's actually using ovulation kits to plan when to try to conceive to make her chances of having a girl better. This depite the fact she has conceived her three sons naturally, two of them the first month she was trying, and has carried all her pregnancies to term with no problems.
Everything smells burnt today. When I was 18 I was in a car accident and sustained a head injury, as a result I developed anosmia. Recently though, well, for the last year or so, things have been coming back to me. Some days everything's really clear, it's easy to tell what smells are and I can enjoy things like coffee and flowers properly. Other days everything takes on a random characteristic, like smelling burnt, or smelling like wet dog (that week was fun) or just not smelling at all. Today is a burnt day. I woke up and my sheets smelled like smoke so I got out of bed and came downstairs. The kitchen smells like smoke, the half bar of chocolate on the couch arm from me watching a movie last night smells like it's been burnt and the jumper I put on smells burnt as well. I know I should be thankful my sense of smell came back at all, but being convinced things are burning is not a fun experience...
Last night I watched The Notebook and The Time Traveler's Wife and cried my eyes out, finally! Today I feel loads better, if a little hungover (I also drank two bottles of wine) but I've drunk a litre of water so far and made sure to eat before I went to sleep (not good for the diet but will keep me healthy) so once I've had a bath and a nice fry up I think I'll be a bit closer to my usual sunny self :)
I also, for the first time in my life, put some money into a savings account! It's not very much, and it'll be coming right back out to pay for a theatre trip to London in May, but I did it, and it was money I had earned myself as well. Very big moment for Ophelia :D
And oh yes, big theatre trip. My friend and I have said for years that one day we'd go to London. It was a running joke, we'd finish everything off with "...on the way to London." Conversations went something like this: "Are we meeting for lunch this week?" Yeah, let's do lunch on the way to London. "We should buy that new book/CD/DVD/nail polish." We can get them on the way to London. "Can you pass me a coke?" Sure, I'll do it on the way to London. And I think we both secretly thought that it would never happen, but it was a great thought and it stuck. For seven years. Well last night we were chatting and she started looking up theatre deals to go see Legally Blonde the musical (yes I know!) and Wicked, which we've both wanted to see for years. And they weren't that expensive, so we stopped joking and started thinking seriously, as it's my 25th birthday in May we thought this would be a great excuse to go, especially as I've got a week booked off work. And it's in LONDON! So once May is over we will actually be able to talk about the things we did on the way to London :D This is going to get more annoying than Joey in Friends. London baby! :D
So not so ranty anymore apparently. Looks like having good friends and something to look forward to really can work wonders :) So until next time, a song from one of my favourite movies of all time, all I know is that to me, you look like you're lots of fun, open up your lovin' arms and watch out, here I come...
Everything smells burnt today. When I was 18 I was in a car accident and sustained a head injury, as a result I developed anosmia. Recently though, well, for the last year or so, things have been coming back to me. Some days everything's really clear, it's easy to tell what smells are and I can enjoy things like coffee and flowers properly. Other days everything takes on a random characteristic, like smelling burnt, or smelling like wet dog (that week was fun) or just not smelling at all. Today is a burnt day. I woke up and my sheets smelled like smoke so I got out of bed and came downstairs. The kitchen smells like smoke, the half bar of chocolate on the couch arm from me watching a movie last night smells like it's been burnt and the jumper I put on smells burnt as well. I know I should be thankful my sense of smell came back at all, but being convinced things are burning is not a fun experience...
Last night I watched The Notebook and The Time Traveler's Wife and cried my eyes out, finally! Today I feel loads better, if a little hungover (I also drank two bottles of wine) but I've drunk a litre of water so far and made sure to eat before I went to sleep (not good for the diet but will keep me healthy) so once I've had a bath and a nice fry up I think I'll be a bit closer to my usual sunny self :)
I also, for the first time in my life, put some money into a savings account! It's not very much, and it'll be coming right back out to pay for a theatre trip to London in May, but I did it, and it was money I had earned myself as well. Very big moment for Ophelia :D
And oh yes, big theatre trip. My friend and I have said for years that one day we'd go to London. It was a running joke, we'd finish everything off with "...on the way to London." Conversations went something like this: "Are we meeting for lunch this week?" Yeah, let's do lunch on the way to London. "We should buy that new book/CD/DVD/nail polish." We can get them on the way to London. "Can you pass me a coke?" Sure, I'll do it on the way to London. And I think we both secretly thought that it would never happen, but it was a great thought and it stuck. For seven years. Well last night we were chatting and she started looking up theatre deals to go see Legally Blonde the musical (yes I know!) and Wicked, which we've both wanted to see for years. And they weren't that expensive, so we stopped joking and started thinking seriously, as it's my 25th birthday in May we thought this would be a great excuse to go, especially as I've got a week booked off work. And it's in LONDON! So once May is over we will actually be able to talk about the things we did on the way to London :D This is going to get more annoying than Joey in Friends. London baby! :D
So not so ranty anymore apparently. Looks like having good friends and something to look forward to really can work wonders :) So until next time, a song from one of my favourite movies of all time, all I know is that to me, you look like you're lots of fun, open up your lovin' arms and watch out, here I come...
Friday, 5 February 2010
Today...
...I have mainly been thinking. It was a weird day.
First up. The friend who I have been making the effort with, the moaner. She asked me a while back to keep in touch, tell her my news, talk to her if I needed to. So I made the effort to email and send facebook mail and send random texts. And she hasn't always replied. Which made me stop sending them. Yesterday she asked me what my news is. I replied honestly, I said I have no news as nothing is happening up here and I feel isolated being away from everyone. It's things I have told other people so didn't expect the response I got. She started spologising, saying she didn't mean to upset me, that I should call her if I needed to and that she missed me. She thought I shouted at her again basically. So I called her. She didn't answer. Since then instant upload pics have shown me that she's out with our friends. Epic.
Next, while writing a list of my perfect man (random pondering following a conversation about pretty men and who we'd take to our island with a friend) I came up with this: Blonde, glasses wearer, piano player, dry sense of humour, kilt wearer, skinny and knobbly kneed, blonde and with a West Coast of Scotland accent. Then I thought a little more, it turns out my husband meets all those criteria. I should really start appreciating him more. And I will, when he stops dilly-dallying over buying a house :)
On that note, we've booked a viewing for another house. It's in a pre-approved area and meets most of our criteria, and, provided the valuation comes up trumps it's affordable. So, fingers crossed.
I'm feeling very isolated. Very isolated, and yet I still focus more on not upsetting my friends than actually being honest with them. I'm pretty sure I can't hold their hands forever, but it's harder than I thought it would be to be honest with people about how I'm feeling. Admitting I'm not coping upset me more than the fact I'm not coping. Well, maybe that's not true. Maybe it's their reactions...
My isolation is not helped by the fact my husband is booking weekends away as if they're going out of style, and not telling me. I made a joke yesterday about viewing, buying and moving into a house and only telling my husband when it was all over and claiming that due to sleep deprivation and the fact he's never home I'd forgotten I was married...
One of my friends is being somewhat pathetic. Now don't get me wrong. I'm all for obsessing over TV, movies, books or all of the above. But she's taking it to the extreme. This is a fully grown woman, with grown kids, who is obsessed with Twilight, Vampire Diaries and a whole host of similar things. Now yes, my friend and I discuss fictional men as if they're real, in fact we've already agreed who gets who when we move into the fictional world of Anita Blake. But, and it's not just one of my friends who is guilty of this, obsessing over guys who are over 20 years younger than you, played one character and who live in the states and you are NEVER going to meet, is not healthy. Especially when you then start seeking out every awful movie they've ever been in, but couldn't have named them in a line up before the release of a certain movie franchise, at this point you probably need to get a grip.
I bought two Winnie The Pooh beanies, classic Pooh and classic Tigger. Officially they're for my collection. Unofficially, they are the start of my decorating my nursery. I don't even feel stupid doing it.
Dan Brown is still not dragging me in, but I can't bear to leave a book unfinished. There is one exception which I cannot face picking up again. Maybe when I'm pregnant or something, I hear you get pretty bad insomnia...
I've figured out what I need to make me cry. The Time Traveler's Wife. It's out on DVD on Monday, so maybe this will all be sorted. The trailer made me weep earlier so I'm pretty sure it's the answer :) But in the meantime, my sense of humour is returning and most of the time I'm actually quite upbeat. Most of the time.
Until next time, from my playlist of over seventy artists, you can tell me how you just don't fit in, and how you're gonna be something...
First up. The friend who I have been making the effort with, the moaner. She asked me a while back to keep in touch, tell her my news, talk to her if I needed to. So I made the effort to email and send facebook mail and send random texts. And she hasn't always replied. Which made me stop sending them. Yesterday she asked me what my news is. I replied honestly, I said I have no news as nothing is happening up here and I feel isolated being away from everyone. It's things I have told other people so didn't expect the response I got. She started spologising, saying she didn't mean to upset me, that I should call her if I needed to and that she missed me. She thought I shouted at her again basically. So I called her. She didn't answer. Since then instant upload pics have shown me that she's out with our friends. Epic.
Next, while writing a list of my perfect man (random pondering following a conversation about pretty men and who we'd take to our island with a friend) I came up with this: Blonde, glasses wearer, piano player, dry sense of humour, kilt wearer, skinny and knobbly kneed, blonde and with a West Coast of Scotland accent. Then I thought a little more, it turns out my husband meets all those criteria. I should really start appreciating him more. And I will, when he stops dilly-dallying over buying a house :)
On that note, we've booked a viewing for another house. It's in a pre-approved area and meets most of our criteria, and, provided the valuation comes up trumps it's affordable. So, fingers crossed.
I'm feeling very isolated. Very isolated, and yet I still focus more on not upsetting my friends than actually being honest with them. I'm pretty sure I can't hold their hands forever, but it's harder than I thought it would be to be honest with people about how I'm feeling. Admitting I'm not coping upset me more than the fact I'm not coping. Well, maybe that's not true. Maybe it's their reactions...
My isolation is not helped by the fact my husband is booking weekends away as if they're going out of style, and not telling me. I made a joke yesterday about viewing, buying and moving into a house and only telling my husband when it was all over and claiming that due to sleep deprivation and the fact he's never home I'd forgotten I was married...
One of my friends is being somewhat pathetic. Now don't get me wrong. I'm all for obsessing over TV, movies, books or all of the above. But she's taking it to the extreme. This is a fully grown woman, with grown kids, who is obsessed with Twilight, Vampire Diaries and a whole host of similar things. Now yes, my friend and I discuss fictional men as if they're real, in fact we've already agreed who gets who when we move into the fictional world of Anita Blake. But, and it's not just one of my friends who is guilty of this, obsessing over guys who are over 20 years younger than you, played one character and who live in the states and you are NEVER going to meet, is not healthy. Especially when you then start seeking out every awful movie they've ever been in, but couldn't have named them in a line up before the release of a certain movie franchise, at this point you probably need to get a grip.
I bought two Winnie The Pooh beanies, classic Pooh and classic Tigger. Officially they're for my collection. Unofficially, they are the start of my decorating my nursery. I don't even feel stupid doing it.
Dan Brown is still not dragging me in, but I can't bear to leave a book unfinished. There is one exception which I cannot face picking up again. Maybe when I'm pregnant or something, I hear you get pretty bad insomnia...
I've figured out what I need to make me cry. The Time Traveler's Wife. It's out on DVD on Monday, so maybe this will all be sorted. The trailer made me weep earlier so I'm pretty sure it's the answer :) But in the meantime, my sense of humour is returning and most of the time I'm actually quite upbeat. Most of the time.
Until next time, from my playlist of over seventy artists, you can tell me how you just don't fit in, and how you're gonna be something...
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Oh happy fun.
Friends of ours, who never came out while we lived in Edinburgh, despite us inviting them every week and them being two of our best friends, who we introduced to each other, who said the pub we went to every week was a shithole, who didn't have enough time to come out, who were skint (to be fair, it was mainly the male part of the partnership) who said that pub quizzes weren't their thing, that they don't like going out... Have started going out on Wednesday nights. To the exact same pub, with the same group of people we used to go out with, to the exact same pub quiz.
That is all.
That is all.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
No joy...
...on the other house. We took a drive up past it tonight and there was no sign of life so who knows. Maybe we'll get to see it, maybe we wont. I got my hopes up earlier when my husband started looking at the details for my house from two weeks ago but he's since said he still doesn't want to live there, so back to square one. I think he's now given up on moving in the easter break which is driving me mad as I want it all sorted by summer, especially as the housing market is picking back up and our window for finding a house we can afford is rapidly moving away. Oh well. I refuse to obsess anymore. If he wants to wait and let it drag on he can sort it out, I'll just sign when needed!
I'm reading Dan Brown's latest book, The Lost Symbol. Now, I've read all four of his other books, but it still never ceases to amaze me how many labels and brand names he can drop! Seriously, in the first 100 pages I think he wrote iPhone about twenty times. Is he trying to place the books in history? Prove how up to date he is? Or is he sponsored by Apple? Which would make sense, someone must be funding him...
As a present to myself for clearing and cancelling my overdraft I ordered twelve books from Amazon :D Kinda counter-productive maybe, but it made me happy! As did finding a website that sells discontinued china, meaning I could find replacements for the two mugs from my wedding china service that were dropped two years ago :)
I still need to cry, there is a fair bit of tension in me as a result of deciding to let it all go (yeah, figure that one out) seeing my friends' facebook status updates is still getting to me more than it should, but that will take time I think. And apparently all I have is time...
I have just watched the Grammy awards. And am physically reeling at the fact Taylor Swift won best album. She can't even speak! And she doesn't know how Romeo and Juliet ended! And... Loads of things I cannot articulate at this present moment in time...
I was made aware the other day that I am drinking too much again. So this week I have not had a drink all week. I will probably have a few beers this weekend as we've got a friend up, but given that the last two weeks I've drunk six bottles of wine and several bottles of beer (and only on nights when I wasn't working) I realised things were going a bit far...
So, I will give up on this terribly non-cohesive blog entry and go and watch some terribly weepy movie to see if I can finally get this tension out of me. Oh, and take my 365 pic for today! Until next time, tell me when you hear my heart stop, cos you're the only one who knows...
I'm reading Dan Brown's latest book, The Lost Symbol. Now, I've read all four of his other books, but it still never ceases to amaze me how many labels and brand names he can drop! Seriously, in the first 100 pages I think he wrote iPhone about twenty times. Is he trying to place the books in history? Prove how up to date he is? Or is he sponsored by Apple? Which would make sense, someone must be funding him...
As a present to myself for clearing and cancelling my overdraft I ordered twelve books from Amazon :D Kinda counter-productive maybe, but it made me happy! As did finding a website that sells discontinued china, meaning I could find replacements for the two mugs from my wedding china service that were dropped two years ago :)
I still need to cry, there is a fair bit of tension in me as a result of deciding to let it all go (yeah, figure that one out) seeing my friends' facebook status updates is still getting to me more than it should, but that will take time I think. And apparently all I have is time...
I have just watched the Grammy awards. And am physically reeling at the fact Taylor Swift won best album. She can't even speak! And she doesn't know how Romeo and Juliet ended! And... Loads of things I cannot articulate at this present moment in time...
I was made aware the other day that I am drinking too much again. So this week I have not had a drink all week. I will probably have a few beers this weekend as we've got a friend up, but given that the last two weeks I've drunk six bottles of wine and several bottles of beer (and only on nights when I wasn't working) I realised things were going a bit far...
So, I will give up on this terribly non-cohesive blog entry and go and watch some terribly weepy movie to see if I can finally get this tension out of me. Oh, and take my 365 pic for today! Until next time, tell me when you hear my heart stop, cos you're the only one who knows...
Monday, 1 February 2010
Well...
...that wasn't awful. The house was actually very nice in a lived-in-by-obsessive-Norman-Bates-types way. Everything was clean and tidy and lined up, I felt like I'd walked into the future of a girl I went to school with who even now is remembered by her teachers as the one who set out her things at school in straight lines and right angles... But other than that, it was very nice. It was decorated relatively nicely, we wouldn't need to change much, it has a dining room (read: Library for me) a GORGEOUS kitchen, garage, back garden etc etc. Hubby's not sure, area concerns again, but he found it really hard to find fault with the house itself so we might be onto a winner! He did say he saw it on the same level as the one I loved from two weeks ago so who knows, maybe we'll end up with that one anyway... The one we saw tonight did only have two bedrooms, bit of a downside, and I think that might sway things in the favour of the other one if it comes to it.
We are still hoping to see another one, but the agents haven't got back to us yet. Last we heard they were having trouble contacting the owners. This irritates me as when we were trying to sell our house we spent every possible moment checking messaging systems and checking in with the agents in case there were any developments, we even bribed friends of ours to do viewings when we couldn't!
Onto other news.
One of my best friends is doing my tree in. She's always bad at replying to text messages or answering the phone, or her emails, or the front door, or her landline, or her boyfriend's phone, or her facebook... I generally get one message every day, as she's going to bed when she checks her phone. In that she answers any text you may have sent her in the previous 24 hours. Now this is normally fine, I just accept it, but at the moment it's getting to me, especially as I told her weeks ago I need to book time off to go down and see her soon and she's kept putting off discussing it for various reasons, meaning the time gets ever nearer and I still havenb't booked my holiday from work, I've only got ten days left unbooked this year and need dates. Last week I said I'd give her a call tonight to discuss a few things, and she sent me a long text earlier asking me a bunch of questions and I said again that I'd phone her tonight. So I tried to phone her. The landline was engaged. I called her mobile. That was four hours ago. She's just text me to say sorry and ask if I can call her tomorrow instead.
Onto another friend. The one I fell out with a few months ago for complaining an inordinate amount about everything and anything. Remember me saying her fiance had been made redundant and she seemed to be getting a grip on reality? Well last week I happened to notice a conversation on facebook between her and a mutual friend, in which she complained that she can't afford to go to a festival this year as her ("stupid") fiance isn't working. Lovely. She also wants to go out for her birthday in a few weeks, that's fine, we have to be down that weekend any to sign over the house. The Friday night we arranged to go out for a few drinks with the people we're staying with. Then she announced she wants to go out for dinner that night. We probably wont go, as we'd already made plans, but also because she wants to go out on the Saturday as well, to a dance that we're going to have to pay entrance for. Now, we're skint. I know a good few sets of our friends are skint and she keeps telling me they're skint as well. But on facebook several times a week I get updates of her going out drinking, eating out, going to other cities for lunch... One wonders how she can afford it really...
Finally, I realise a lot of my posts have been somewhat maudlin recently, my usual humour just isn't cutting it of late. I'm working on it, and normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. For now, a joke to keep things ticking over. What do you call a deer with no eyes? No idea. *ba dum chh*
We are still hoping to see another one, but the agents haven't got back to us yet. Last we heard they were having trouble contacting the owners. This irritates me as when we were trying to sell our house we spent every possible moment checking messaging systems and checking in with the agents in case there were any developments, we even bribed friends of ours to do viewings when we couldn't!
Onto other news.
One of my best friends is doing my tree in. She's always bad at replying to text messages or answering the phone, or her emails, or the front door, or her landline, or her boyfriend's phone, or her facebook... I generally get one message every day, as she's going to bed when she checks her phone. In that she answers any text you may have sent her in the previous 24 hours. Now this is normally fine, I just accept it, but at the moment it's getting to me, especially as I told her weeks ago I need to book time off to go down and see her soon and she's kept putting off discussing it for various reasons, meaning the time gets ever nearer and I still havenb't booked my holiday from work, I've only got ten days left unbooked this year and need dates. Last week I said I'd give her a call tonight to discuss a few things, and she sent me a long text earlier asking me a bunch of questions and I said again that I'd phone her tonight. So I tried to phone her. The landline was engaged. I called her mobile. That was four hours ago. She's just text me to say sorry and ask if I can call her tomorrow instead.
Onto another friend. The one I fell out with a few months ago for complaining an inordinate amount about everything and anything. Remember me saying her fiance had been made redundant and she seemed to be getting a grip on reality? Well last week I happened to notice a conversation on facebook between her and a mutual friend, in which she complained that she can't afford to go to a festival this year as her ("stupid") fiance isn't working. Lovely. She also wants to go out for her birthday in a few weeks, that's fine, we have to be down that weekend any to sign over the house. The Friday night we arranged to go out for a few drinks with the people we're staying with. Then she announced she wants to go out for dinner that night. We probably wont go, as we'd already made plans, but also because she wants to go out on the Saturday as well, to a dance that we're going to have to pay entrance for. Now, we're skint. I know a good few sets of our friends are skint and she keeps telling me they're skint as well. But on facebook several times a week I get updates of her going out drinking, eating out, going to other cities for lunch... One wonders how she can afford it really...
Finally, I realise a lot of my posts have been somewhat maudlin recently, my usual humour just isn't cutting it of late. I'm working on it, and normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. For now, a joke to keep things ticking over. What do you call a deer with no eyes? No idea. *ba dum chh*
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