I went to bed early on my birthday. The combination of excitement, tiredness, painful sunburn and fizzy wine was just too much for me to handle, especially now that I’m really ancient.
My [pink mini] iPod is currently sitting forlornly on my desk, gazing up at me with a look of utter rejection. Please don’t dump me! she begs. But dump her I must for The Blokey bought me a brand new iPod. Huzzah! I feel a little sad because I’ve had my [pink mini] iPod for nearly three years and she’s shared in lots of the goings-on in my life. But nothing lasts does it? Besides, I have a colour screen and more space now so … Oooh, and I have iPod socks which will be perfect for those chilly winter bus journeys [I really don’t want my spankingly brand new iPod getting cold] and a metallic pink case [because I’m a clumsy bitch sometimes and she might be less inclined to break if she’s protected]. Amongst other things I also received a slow cooker [which excited me because now I can cook slowly!] and My So-Called Life [which I’ve only been waiting about fifty trillion years for to come out on Region 2 DVD].
My new iPod needs a name. Suggestions welcome, but not necessarily considered.
And speaking of suggestions The Blokey also bought me £100 worth of iTunes vouchers [for about thirty quid … bargain!] so if you think I’m missing out on any tunes you need to let me know and I’ll endeavour to expand my musical horizons. But no jazz or country. Please.
Tonight we’re off to see the new Harry Potter film. I’m looking forward to gazing adoringly at Snape and I’m intrigued as to how all those shortly‘s will come across … [if the word shortly appears in the new book I think I will scream very loudly].
please God bless the moistness of my knickers when Snape comes on screen xxx Elsabeth