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Saturday, May 9th, 2009
4:58 am	why? coz other people think not because i am aparently annoying my entire family so this`ll be my last entry, so long and thanks for all the fish r (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
6:18 am	boxes I can`t recall having moved house without some rather revolting crisis. The piano fell downstairs the time before the time before last. Loud but one of the less bothersome moves. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 4th, 2008
3:24 pm	not quite dead I like waking up in IC you meet such intresting ( but slightly dead) people. The bloke next to me had fallen in a rather nasty industrial mixer, on the other side was a nice wrapped person, oddly not wrapped from the middle to his toes. I focused on escape, what ninny had dumped me here? The local rubbish contractor. They decided they `had` to meet me to discuss the slight but important to them, problem that I don`t do the proper things to my rubbish. I phoned, I pointed out that I couldn`t get dressed/downstairs without help, I gave a graphic and detailed description of my propensity to pass out and pointed out that not only am I heavy to lift but a bit dozy when I come round. They took no notice, but they did offer me counselling. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
12:00 pm	moving house I don`t do moving house. Its traumatic. There is only one way to do it, find somewhere else to be ( the cupboard under the stairs , an expensive hotel, hospital) pay an extortionate ammount, give the movers diagrams ie put stuff from room A into room 1 at new house, and resign yourself to never finding your purple jumper. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
6:40 pm	scarves I am trying to knit a ruffle edge scarf, are there any good free patterns for this? (Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
8:37 pm	If anything good comes from death, it is that people who you once knew well turn up for the funeral. How much better it would be to have your funeral before you died. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 31st, 2006
2:34 pm	banks No one I can contact online understands english, nor do they on the phone. I suspect they regard my request for a cheque book to be so weird ( why can`t she use a card?) that it does not appear in phone training. The paper boy does not take cards, he still expects cash or a cheque. On the same day I have been suspended from ebay. This should be better publicised so tell your friends, you buy something on ebay- a jacket for your baby say. It does not arrive, so after a while you write to the seller asking why? he refunds your money, but here`s the catch a week later he claims to have evidence that you got the jacket and so now he wants his refund back and more ( for his time etc). He starts to threaten you, he`ll have you suspended from ebay for claiming money back when you got the goods. He also writes to everybody you are buying from, if they are about to send money/goods he tells them not to, to contact him first. He then offers to share the money you have sent with them. If they are female he starts with the filthy phone calls, I have stopped answering the phone as some psychotic looney telling me he is watching me and hes going to rip my cunt open is frankly getting boring. Then he sents parcels to you which have shit in them. Ebay meanwhile ignore you, you can email them but they do nothing . Neither do the police. The feedback system on ebay works fine if everybody plays nice, but just one nutter can really cause trouble, so publicise this tell your friends and yep I`ll give out the idiots email if anyone wants it. I have simply ignored him. (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 28th, 2006
1:01 am	death Gytha has died. She had cancer and it was not unexpected- just quick it seems. Is there anything to say to Richard who was with her for something like 20 years? nope nothing is going to help. I think I will go and live in a cave where I can imagine that everone I love is having a good time. Soddit. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
7:41 pm	Not a good time Gytha North has cancer, it has secondaries and is not cureable, she and Richard were going to the USA to expand hsi work but are now not going. i am so sorry, we had some funny times together. I hate getting older, people die. Lisanne STOP SMOKING!! rx (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 20th, 2006
1:44 pm	weather The weather here is settling into boring, with drizzle. Summer seems far away, what is it like to live somewhere where the weather is always the same? (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 16th, 2006
6:09 pm	gaps ah slight gap beteween this and last entry. 1forgot 2had to try to do years work in 4 weeks 3failed bugger. ah well any more of that fucking degree would have turned my brain to jelly. kids and dh gone sking. pig had piglets. vet asked me to marry him ( after the `why do you think I don`t live with a man conversation`) men are quite odd, I have no idea what they want other than sex beer and silence and possibly having their wife run everything , and be nice to the mistress? rx (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 26th, 2005
6:17 pm	toothache Toothache, teenagers ,men in a stroppy mood, women being coy, most politicians, most wars , all religions, and being hassled. now what elde is there to hate? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
12:02 pm	teenagers Teenagers are babies share much in common. They expect the world to revolve around them, being totally self obsessed. They have no real idea of what they want only that they don`t have it and will make your life hell until they do. Generaly given warm milk/a car they are quiet and generally quite nice for a while. They should live togethe. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
4:37 pm	parcelforce I hate them , today I have spent forever on the phone- to a non live computer , which gives you hope by keeping you on the line then just gives a dial tone, to add to the problem it then blathers adverts about how good it is... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 14th, 2005
4:39 pm	packing My kitchen is full of plastic bags, cardboard, rubber bands tiny bits of useless pointless stuff the only purpose of which seems to be to foil my attempts to open a parcel. I have ripped nails, sore fingers and a crumbling temper. when I find the bra it has stuck on it a wholoe load of useless information. A picture of a crosssed out triangle, er don`t wear if your bosom is too pointy? A picture of what looks like a dumper truck , this bra is for heavy loads? When I finally struggle into the thing having avoided strangling myself there is still one tiny itchy label...so I try to cut it off without taking the bra off. Disaster is not really the word for the problem of having cut part of your ear off, and having to explain why... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
1:24 pm	rules 1 85% of life is dullish, 10% great and 5% spent waiting in a line to get on a train ,see the dentist.. 2 The Nile cruise the Burberry raincat wil always be too expensive 3 No one can hurt you as well as your mother 4 You won`t know anything about a god until you are dead big problem if you are a catholic and she turns out to be a buddist 5 A new baby rules any household if you can get out of your jammies in the fist few weeks -well done! 6 You are not going to die wishing you had cleaned the oven more frequently, you may die not having read the end of a book 7 No one ever died from an un-ironed shirt 8 You grow into stuff like gardening and out of MTV 9 Computers expect to be worshiped 10 You are always broke in Feburary (Comment on this)
Friday, November 4th, 2005
2:21 am	Money The source of much misery if nothing else. As long as I am not starving I really can`t see the point in adding to my wealth. I am quite happy making money and spending it on a school for girls in Peru, this leads to endless rows with family who are convinced that it is necessary to buy a dress, buy a house, save it ( what for?) Why on earth amass heaps of the stuff? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
9:45 am	venturing into cyberspace Beth foolishly found my past- a friend of a friend... "you lived in a commune??" "Yep" "you had sex behind a space invader machine at an SF con?" "er no, more to one side really" "you went on viking reenactments and fought?" " sometimes, sometimes I got raped and pillaged" "you wrote a play that started -good and evil fight for the domination of our souls- and had destiny as a hedgehog?" "um yeah I think I did ,craddock bit my leg during that" "you lentiled someone and the police locked up Paul?"( her oldest brother) " well he pissed on my cooker" "you pretended to be pregnant when your van exploded??" "well it was an emergency" "MUMMY!!!" small pause " you got the law changed?" "indirectly mainly because I had Paul when I was at school" "o my god mummy, you were such a fucking moron" "the `were` in the sentence is misplaced" silence, .. she thought for a while "is there anything else Mum?" odd that the phone line went down just then ,I`d been trying to pull it free for at least 5 minutes. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 1st, 2005
11:21 pm	prams Prams have to be googled and admired, mine is a silver cross kensington ,in navy and I love it as much as oh the land rover. (Comment on this)
10:18 pm	wheels It is very odd that I have spent most of today fiddling with a wonky pram wheel. It won`t go up down in out back forwards click in and out like the other 3 wheels, it is in fact broken, died needs fixing. Yet throughout the day convinced it could be fixed I have gone back and repeated the in out up down etc, occasionally adding something incredibly daft like brown paper round the bit that should click, or adding some spit to the shaft. Nothing has worked its broke dammit. Yet I feel its allure even now, when I have an essay on modern British opera, and one on the technology of cities outstanding, the day book and book keeping need doing, la etc la so what I`ll do is just try the wheel with some WD40... (5 Comments |Comment on this)