[elizabeth’s warning – this post contains nothing but drivel and was generated by an empty space in my head]
Somewhere over the rainbow …
This was the view from the office [posh name for room full of junk and computers and computer bits and pieces] when we arrived home from a day of shopping early this evening. Yes, it is a bit of a wonky rainbow – I missed taking the middle bit because standing at the window taking pictures made me think that the neighbours might find me a little odd. I love rainbows. They’re so peaceful. And pretty. And we don’t get enough of them.
Today I finally got my needs sorted out. Last week The Blokey sold his Tesco shares [from a long time ago, when he used to work there to supplement his income, which he doesn’t need to do now as he’s rolling in it, sort of, but not really] and we made a whopping thousand and a half [ok, a bit less] grand. So we’ve now bought a dining room table [with chairs] and a gorgeous display cabinet to put my perfume/scent bottles [and his silver things, but obviously they’re not quite so important] on show.
It’s very exciting, being so grown-up.
Oh, and we’re also going to buy a DVD recorder [with harddrive, very posh] because we can. Bye-bye nasty chunky video recorder and pretty slim DVD player. Hello fun, fun, fun semi-editing suite.
Having money is nice. But we’ve both worked damn hard to get the money and therefore we can reap the benefits and play with the extras. And having no dependents helps. As does not having a holiday this year. It’s odd because I feel that we’re so frivolous with money and yet we’re not, not really. We live within our means, we have savings amounting to a few thousand, we pay off our credit cards almost immediately and, apart from the mortgage and my student loan [which will never have to be paid off because I will never earn enough], the only money we owe is on the settees and the bed.
Even Kinky Bear finds it very fandangly. But then, he would.
You know how sometimes everything goes really weird in a dizzying way? Don’t you hate that?
We saw The Dukes of Hazzard yesterday. I’m not entirely sure whether I found the experience to be impressive or just woeful. Once upon a time I used to play Dukes of Hazzard in the playground at school. I was always made to have Beau as my boyfriend. Hmmm … six year olds can be so harsh. And speaking of the cinema we saw The Island last week. I do believe that deserves a post all of its own about the wrongfulness of cloning. But I can’t be arsed.
Today I quite like Cillian Murphy. Yum.
please God bless my new furniture and be sure it is delivered safely in however many weeks it takes xxx Elsabeth