I have no internet at home due to it being a new home and despite us living in the 21st century, the age of communication, and even BT managing to pull their finger out of their arse long enough to switch my phone line on (and give me a number very similar to a local taxi rank [11.46pm, thursday night: *ring ring* "hello", "i ordered a taxi about 15mins ago!" "not from me you didn't"] it seems Demon Internet suppliers are too busy downloading dubious pornographic images to type in the appropriate code to allow me to sign in, 7-10 working days? nothing in this life time actually takes that long to achieve.. nothing!
So i've had to rediscover other forms of passing the time.. like showering, and cleaning, and today... folding clothes. It's been quite the rock n roll weekend.
I should use this blog to spread words of joy about the amazing, space and high ceilings and echo that my new habitat offers, but you don't want to hear about my good day, you want to har about the fact that due to an accident with a deep fryer my car now smells like a mobile chip shop, or due to my infinate clumsiness i spent 40mins of yesterday afternoon on my knees with a dustpan and brush, followed by much of this morning picking tiny shards of glass out of my knees and feet.
i also think i'm allergic to my sofa
i'm considering a house warming, but then i'd have to talk to people.. do you think they'd mind awfully if i just sat on my windowsil hoping nobody asks me anything?
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