It’s been a random week of pleasures – including having to suffer the sweet humourous humiliation of being with a couple of fifteen year olds playing on see-saws, seeing The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (bless little Marvin), receiving a fridge magnet in the post from Mumsy, spending lunchtimes listening to Green Day and Simple Plan courtesy of a couple of Year 10s, enjoying the film Holes and trying to enthuse teenagers to discuss it, and discovering a passion for Scoubidou (are we a tad late with this craze in the Eastern Angles?).
The weeds still exist in the front garden [but they are being cleared … just very slowly].
I’m still awaiting some change of address cards from The Baby Brother.
The spare room mocks me with its rough and ready tumble of Goods-With-No-Home-Yet.
The garage was cleared out. Hooray Henry.
Ernest looks snug [perhaps smug] sitting happily atop the bed. Mmmm, divan. Mmmm, big mattress. Mmmm, still a lack of sleep … Damn. And last night I dreamt of The Blokey and stained mattresses and BullyBoy stealing my things. If I remember correctly they had a fight. And BullyBoy lost. Bargain.
Isn’t it a bugger when you forget how you paid for something and it comes back to haunt you and laughs in your face?
My brain snuggles up inside my head and begs for sleep. Perchance tonight it shall have the joy of sleeping through the night.
My 10 Plans For This Summer [in no particular order] –
1. read the new harry potter book and marvel at its goodness
2. join the bad taste bears club
3. paint my kitchen
4. have more sex
5. lose some weight
6. grudgingly pop to the cinema to see charlie & the chocolate factory and moan the whole way through about how gene wilder is better than johnny depp
7. buy a dance mat
8. sleep [a perk of being in the education sector – yum, six weeks holiday]
9. have many driving lessons with an instructor who doesn’t make me feel insecure
10. decide on a date that will forever become my special day
Must dash. People to read. Books to lose myself in. A Blokey to kiss …
please God bless the stained mattresses of the world, that they may find peace and lumpy love xxx Elsabeth