Much Ado About Nothing

Well, not to me it is...but then I'm probably the only person who reads this!

Starting the evening off a bit tipsy on my favourite Chilean White wine, has provoked some thoughts (as usual). Have had a busy weekend of travelling, firstly to Whitton, then to Hampton, then to Clapham, then to Croydon. Phew! what a lot of expensive petrol. Not forgetting work in between.

My journey started in Whitton, as I became a Godmother. Wow, feel quite special knowing I am in charge (so long as I barge the other two out the way) if anything happened to my lovely Helena, problem is I will have to steal Livi (my should-have-been goddaughter) too. But hopefully things will never come to that and I can go on giving Jack Paul Anthony Weedon as many kisses and cuddles as possible, at least until he's 13 and is too cool for that! Hampton brought about the much wanted/awaited incredible snacks that Helena's Mum provided. My gosh I stuffed myself this weekend. Sunday then lead onto Sarah's Birthday Lunner (Lunch/Dinner). 3pm she said to get there....3pm. So, I hoick myself onto a disgustingly skanky train up to Clapham, wander around like a loitering tourist taking photos of 'cool London people' only to find myself 10 minutes early at the table laid for 20 people. With one person sat there, looking desperately around her. Woohoo! I'm not late, nor am I the last, better still I am the 2nd therefore get prime position in the middle of the table - nothing worse than being the last to arrive as well as the most ignored at the end. After two glasses of Pinot Sarah the Birthday finally arrives, along with the rest of the crew. I made my muffled apologies for not bringing a present, and she laughed it off as though my presents were crap anyway, and we FINALLY ate the lunch/dinner/tea/midnight snack/whatever at 5.30pm... having no time to go back to hers for cake, I slumped off on the train home, pissed as a fart with only a bacon sandwich from 11 o clock, and half a spaghetti carbonara inside me.

So, Monday comes round and its the same, ever depressing morning where no offers come in, yet still plenty of buyers tease you with 'oh yeah I really liked it, but I'm seeing a few others then I may come back for a 2nd look'. Like hell you will. Why don't you just be honest and tell me the goddamn garden was too small, or the neighbour looked like someone off Shameless, or the pylon in the garden was concerning you since seeing the owner. Hmmm, this then resulted in a typical 'Sophie you have no money and need to sell at least 15 houses this month to get back on track, so why don't you cheer yourself and go to Ikea and blow whatever you can on your credit card' kind of moment. This in mind, I dragged my poor long suffering boyfriend down to Ikea and back, only realising too soon that my Mini One was not going to fit a desk and/or bookcase in it, so we came back with a door mat and a perspex box. Not forgetting of course the all important wine rack, which will no doubt sit on the side for a year until I bother to get the screws to fix it up with.

Here endth the first lesson, listening to Magic Carpet Ride finishing the dregs of a pricey wine that once again, you promised yourself you wouldn't buy, seeing as you had no money.

Song of the weekend:

Heartbroken, T2

Nicest thing I ate:

Wine, oh sorry, chocolate pudding from M&S tonight.

Daftest thing I did:

Spent 500 quid on my credit card on furniture.

Best song I'm listening to tonight

Happy Homage

To my sister :





Just cos I feel happy right now :)

Bulbous Builders

No, I do not wish to see your kebab-filled gut. Nor do I take pleasure in viewing your behind. Just dress properly and get on with the job.

Outside my office, is a parade of 'work'men, (although this is debatable) who since 9 o clock this morning (quite an impressive early start for them) have been digging up the car park generating the most noise possible. This is not a good start to a Friday with a hangover. After the digging concluded, one perverted looking chap came careering round the corner in the stereotypical white van with the driver side door wide open blaring out what one can only describe as 80's House music. He hopped out of the van, sidled over towards his colleague and lit a cigarette. Smoking near a gas work site, is not such a great idea you may think, but what really got me was the fact he left the bloody door open and turned the music up! Having to repeat myself to the world's most irritable vendor was not a moment I shall cherish, so thanks very much British Gas, for employing the world's most inconsiderable bastards to do your work for you.

Uninvited

2008 has so far proved to be a pretty rubbishy financial year, and I don't just mean for me. This fact mustn't be overlooked though so lightly however, because for the first time in my life, I feel as though I have been 'credit-crunched'. No, I am not exaggerating, I am completely and utterly 100% skint as a bint. I think there are sprinkler manufacturers on more money than me. The weather is, pardon my french...shit. And so is the Great British Economy. I vote we all just run off to Spain, seems nice enough there. Sun is out more at least.

I am feeling rather philosophical at present, I can't turn a page in the Daily Mail (delivered to work for free) most days without hearing that one in 10 of our children will be killed or seriously injured, or that some woman has jumped off a cliff leaving her child behind as she is 'depressed', or that Gordon Brown has yet again, cocked everything up. It seems that everyone in Britain knows that our attitudes towards burglars getting compensation for a broken leg from falling through roofs (in an attempt to rob some poor schmuck's house) are a load of bollocks and that quite frankly this country has gone completely mental, everyone it seems, apart from the bloody idiots that 'run' this country. I think a 5 year old with an IQ of 50 has more sense than this government. Well quite honestly, sort it out PM, and the rest of you, cos I can't afford my mortgage unless you get your banks to lower their interest rates and stop profiteering, and lower the goddamn fuel rates and food bills. I am poor! and this situation I am in now, is rather, well uninvited.

A Little Chip On My Shoulder

I have often wondered, whether guilt-tripping someone is a method used by a 'true' friend. I suppose the definition of the word 'true' in the context I am using, is fairly open ended...however I do pride myself on the fact I have some bloody good friends and recently I have been rather perturbed by someone who I feel cares very little for me really. I have the luxury of being able to see my friends on a sliding timescale basis, I probably could genuinely count at least 10 or so who mean the world to me, but knowing how busy life is, I know I can't see them all that often. So here is my dilemma, there is one, who has stuck out in my mind as being 'neglected' a tad lately, but then on the flip side, I myself in turn have also been rather discarded. After much chewing over in my mind, I have decided not to run to them, nor grovel, as I believe we have drifted apart quite naturally, and not in any deliberate move whatsoever. I don't want to appear cold or bitter, but I also don't take too kindly to certain messages being left in a particularly stroppy fashion. I am therefore going to stand my ground and not give in. I have time for the people who have time for me.


Anyway, this aside, my poor Binky is still recovering from his loss of manhood. He has had his second check up and needs a third. I feel sorry for him as he is the 'outdoors' bunny, and suffers the weather, as opposed to my spoilt brat of a rabbit, Poppy, who lives it up next to the radiator most days.


Most frustrating thing that happened today:

Missing out on a sale when I told the owner to and I quote, 'Take the offer and run you mad woman' 2 weeks ago, only to find out that when she finally gave in today, the buyer had bought elsewhere. Raaaa.

From Ear to Ear

Here it is: the reason I am delighted....

My fridge has returned to it's state of normality, let's hope it stays that way. And in case you hadn't realised it yet, I am completely mad and obsessive. I even have a mug with obsessive compulsive branded on it.

Painting is finally looking OK too. But you'll have to wait for an upload of that until I'm wholly satisfied with it!

Moody Mondays

I sit here, trying to get the thought out of my head; the thought that my new AEG fridge that replaced the old, might be broken too. I had never imagined that in my adulthood, that I would have this much of a problem with keeping things cold. I have had my new fridge for little under a month now, and this afternoon, after half filling it, it has gone up 1 degree. Some may think is not a problem, but for me, this is the epitome of a bad day. I am actually struggling beyond belief in getting over this, as my newest OCD in checking the temperature on the fridge every morning, every evening, at least 3 times whilst eating dinner and once again at night, (after checking the back door four times) has slowly driven me ever so slightly insane. I only pray that when I go to bed tonight, that it has gone down again, or I fear I may not sleep. Please, God, please.


Topping my sulky mood today, has been the fact that I am not sure I can paint anymore. I am halfway through a black and white portrait of Olivia, and I am not overly impressed with it so far. In fact, I think it's pretty rubbish. This is also marked by how I'm feeling on this wet, windy waste of a day. Rubbish. Work tomorrow too, let's hope I sell a house before Tom kills himself due to my stroppyness. Suppose I should revert back to my last post and switch off Camera Obscura and opt for some Reggae instead.

One thing I have laughed at today :