The End of an Era

Just before I launch into a sobbing account of my last few days at Curchods...I must put these Lyrics to my dear sister...they mean a lot to me!

A Sisters Social Agony Lyrics

She'll know when she's sad that I love her.



Well, what can I say, I probably did more work today for my beloved Estate Agent than I've done in the past five months. Weird how it turned out, I tried my best to chill out, take it easy, but no matter how many phone calls I took asking for viewings/photographs/last minute agency agreements...I couldn't find it in myself to say no to them. We had enough viewings in the diary, yet I carried on, plugging away, phone call after phone call of irritatingly obvious calls such as, ''Where's the property that I'm viewing 10 minutes ago on Blackwood Close???'' Oh and '' We've had Se*mours round to value as well, oh no, we're not going on joint but we just want a new perspective...'' and yet I still continued my ever so delightful, helpful front of, 'Of course we can do that Sir, yes Sir, no Sir, three bags and two bottles full Sir.'' But somehow, after all the stresses, I found myself not wanting to leave, not wanting to bring that board in a final time, lock the door and leave the dirty mugs in the sink, I wanted to sit it out, breathe the Curchods air and live it just one last time. Quite sad really, my colleague (who shall be greatly missed) also popped in to say his final goodbyes, and I'm not afraid to admit, that after all the tears on Thursday, I shed one or two for him today. Not like that, he is just a lovely chap and was a good laugh. The following quotes are my Homage to West Byfleet Curchods, no one will understand them, but they shall make me laugh when I'm old and wrinkly and reading through this again.



''Oh hello, is Lee there please, it's Brenda Pemble, I can't do it, No, I can't do it, they're taking the oil as well, and the fences...''



''Oh ello...it's Shiiiiirley Turner...I've just popped out to Chertsey Road to get the Prowwbate sorted. the pwooobate you see, I was ever so pwroud.''



''You've lost a client. It's Jan Kamburoff, no no I can't do it Sophie, I just can't see the sky...I can't see the front door from the photo...Has Lee told you? I've lost my bridge, so I can't twalk poroperly...''



''Oh right okay! okay alright that's fine, yeah no worries, okay that's alright, okay Bye!''



''It's David Skilton.....''(enough said) And THAT grin.



''Hi Sophie, it's Kllaaaaaaas, is Mark there?''



''Bom ba bom bom bom..yeeeeeeeeooooouw...Um, well, ah No.... but what I have done, is I have drafted a letter...''



''Oh nooo, NO the Pylons are fine, no no no trouble at all, not been a problem at all. Nope, living with Pylons is just fine''



''Haallloooooooo''



''Dr Byrne! Well, Carol likes to sleep in the summer house cos it's so quiet''

And finally....



''Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim'' (sung rather like Pavarotti)



I probably could go on for hours, but then I would truly lose all my readers. Sorry for the rather self-absorbed post (haha, what tautology, they all are, surely?!) but I felt rather reflective today...and needed to get it out of me.



Best thing that happened today:

I realised the issue from Mr Allport's latest phone call was for once not going to be dealt with by me. :)

Worst thing that happened today:

I may have sold a house I won't be paid on. Bugger.

Best Song tonight:

Teenager, Camera Obscura (if you're lucky I'll inflict another YouTube video on you all hehe).

I want everyone to listen to this and love it as much as I do :)

For when you need a laugh

September Success

I am unbelievably happy today, firstly, it's my day off, secondly, I bought two pairs of amazing shoes on Thursday followed by some rather nice boots today, and thirdly, and probably most importantly, my dear little rose has finally grown a bud. If any of you can recall a post I wrote about a month ago, I talked about a special rose plant that my Mum had given me to nurture. With great patience, and an awful lot of Rose Bug Spray, it has at last given me a rose. I am overjoyed! (that means I must have done something right, considering not everything lives in my garden, recently my Red Hot Poker died on me suddenly in an oozing mass of rotten sludge). The colour is beautiful too, here it is in all its (small) glory.
I also appear to have sorted out my life, well, to a degree. I have one week left at work, and then I'm off to pastures new. I will be working for a particularly small company in the heart of Fulham, (god knows how I'm going to stay away from the interiors shops-possibly the reminder of various overdraft limits), and then I shall become a Product Specialist for a particularly new Business which I am very excited to get into. Not wanting to give too much away (as I know there are strange people out there, I'll just say that I'll be working my socks off and only my sister knows the details.)

So, back to the shoes, well I can hardly contain my excitement about them, I have been walking around the house in them for the last 2 days, even though my feet are crippled from the 10 hour walk around London on Thursday. But how can I afford them? Well, I can't to be frank, my parents are paying for one pair (birthday present) and I am, well, my credit card is temporarily paying for the other. The boots were partly a birthday present from my delightful best friends, and partly 30% off, and partly, well again, Mr C Card. But! I am getting about 7 months of petrol allowance in this month's pay slip, plus some commission (for once!) so I feel less guilty than I would normally.

Anyway, the day is still young, I'm off to flog a desk and some shelves on Ebay. Or if I can't be bothered, then I'll probably just take them down the dump. If anyone needs them, let me know!

Nicest thing I ate today:

Toasted cheese and ham sandwiches made in my new (birthday present again) Breville toasted sandwich maker. Sometimes, you simply can't beat good old comfort food.

Crappest thing I discovered today:

My toilet seat is now completely broken.

Thing I am most likely to avoid doing this weekend:

Re-felting the shed roof.

Blogger's Block

Yes, that's right, I have nothing more (at present) to write. I could fill these posts with mindless crap about nonsense, which lets face it, is what I normally do, but I thought I would save you all(all being said lightly I know I only have about 4 regular readers) the boredom and stop for a while.

I often think of rich artistic prose, full of nuance, write it down and can't believe of how little importance it all is. It is a struggle I feel, to write a blog and be funny at the same time. I have noticed from other blogs that most writers have a particular air to the way they write, and a certain subtlety with humour, that I feel I cannot grasp as well as I would like to. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm hilarious, but I'm sure most of you don't. I could prattle on for days about this story that happened to me and that...but at the end of the day, does anyone other than myself really care? I have noticed that my posts are often quite dull and depressing too, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I have 'issues' so to speak, far from it, I just like moaning really.

I am, after reading one of her more recent posts, ever so tempted to talk about a particular person who does find interest in my blog and generally my day to day life. I find this a little creepy, and to be honest, I too agree with my sister on the fact that I wish I had a private blog sometimes, to keep the weirdos from finding too much out about me. Hey ho, I could stop writing it I suppose! But then what would I do while I'm at work, dejected beyond belief?

I leave you with an apology, for the most boring blog post ever. Oh and a fab song:

Tears for Fears

I have now made myself a promise, which I must stick to. I will not watch anymore episodes of Eastenders. One tragedy a year please BBC, as Sophie cannot cope with the likes of Jim returning after his stroke left him unable to talk properly, nor can she cope with the fact Jay has now lost his remaining next of kin. Tonight, I bellowed with tears, and have now come to terms with the fact that the reason I am constantly paranoid, worried and oversensitive, is because Soaps bring to life all the things you think will never happen to you...more than 10 times a week, what with Hollyoaks, (recently Max dying leaving his poor younger and adorable brother Tom alone, with once again, no living relatives) Coronation Street and Eastenders. It is just too much heartache. Therefore, I shall soon have more time on my hands so if anyone thinks of any ideas to fill these hourly gaps in my evenings, I should greatly appreciate any response. Ta.

Onto more slightly less melancholic themes, music has taken over my life! I have listened to the Mamma Mia! soundtrack a cool 26 times since downloading it on Monday, and can say with some merit that I now know all the words to all the songs. Favourite is Honey Honey (just cos her voice is so nice) but SOS comes a close second, probably due to the fact Pierce Brosnan is possibly the most unlikely impersonator for ABBA. I have also downloaded Eva Cassidy's latest string of woeful tunes, which has suitably become my wine drinking play list. Chilled and peaceful, a welcome relief from a daily episode of Eastenders.

Funniest thing I saw today: (even though I only watch Big Brother when I dry my hair) *coughs unconvincingly*



Best song I heard today:

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain, Eva Cassidy. (How apt- aside from the rain part)

Wonders of the Weekend

Ah, a weekend off, lovely :).

After much fussing and faffing yesterday morning I decided to try and figure out my tax rebate self assessment thingy, without much joy. Stupid bloody websites make it so bloody confusing, you wouldn't have thought it was my own bloody money that I was trying to claim back with such difficulty in the first place would you!? Well, after some tears and a cup of tea, I retired to bed. Point number 1 as to why yesterday got off to the wrong start. I wasn't very focused you see, I normally need about 3 days worth of planning to sort my weekend out, and to top it all I wasn't feeling particularly well. I was due to go and see a friend and her two little headaches, but as I decided that being grumpy was the only way forward I said it was probably better if I postponed it to another day. As gardening always cheers me up I went in pursuit of my trowel and tackled the beds. The rear garden was fairly simple and didn't take long, I trimmed the edges and swept the path and was very pleased with my efforts. Stepping out the front door however, I felt a slightly different sense of 'un'satisfaction. I had not weeded once since the plants went in, and funnily enough weeds share the same love of new compost as new plants tend to. So, out came the trowel again, and after what seemed like 5 hours of back-breaking labour, wrestling with many slugs (yuck) and vine weed on the way, it looked, sort of better. After a comment from one of the local dog walkers, 'that's right, he's got the right idea, let the miss'es do the hard work ha ha' pointing towards me and Tom, I felt a little perturbed so got Tom to finish it off by mowing. Then came more uncertainty as to what I should do with the rest of this delightful time off, until I heard a thump, and the buns gave me an idea. In the bath they went, together (without water) until they would damn well kiss and make up and be friends. Half an hour passed and it looked like they had given up fighting. *great smiles of joy as the little buggers had refused to bond again since being separated*

So, this morning I awoke a little more cheery, as the weekend was clearly getting better, this supported by the film Wall-E. Amazingly cute and sad and sweet and all the same time. I also had the pleasure of at last going flying with my Father, Pilot Duckworth as my sister has named him. I won't pretend that I didn't feel like throwing up my Cheerios, or that my face hadn't lost all its colour, but I actually really enjoyed it. I am very proud of my hard-working Dad for regaining his Private Pilot's license, as I can now appreciate how blooming difficult it must be. We were only up in the air for an hour, but it was still plenty of time to appreciate the views over Oxford.

'Golf, Lima, Romeo, Echo, Echo Out.' Roger that.