Yesterday. Thank god it’s over.
Yesterday was just one of those days which I just want to forget, but I’ll blog about it anyway
The day before yesterday, I’d been in Asda, and noticed they’d had a special on their curries. 2 for £4. I bought two, one to take to work with me, and one for Daddykins to take home, which I’d have later. My last words to him before I closed the car door were “Don’t forget to put that in the fridge”.
After 12 hours of mind-numbing “work”, I return home and enter the kitchen. In front of me, on the table, was the curry, still in its plastic bag, sitting quietly at room temperature. Grrrr.
Daddykins, was naturally still in bed at this point. I go up to see him and tell him I’m in, like I do every morning. On my way out of the room, I turn, and knock a glass onto the floor, which subsequently smashes everywhere. Oh, that’s really great. I’d been in the house three minutes, and everything’s gone tits up. I enter my bedroom, and notice that they’ve erected (huh, huh, he said erected) another crane on the building site this one is either much taller than the other ones, or much closer. I couldn’t really tell as it’s been desperately foggy for the past few days.
Anyway, I take photos, as usualand publish them on here. As stated before, writers’ block had set in, so I didn’t have much to say.
By that time, it was approaching 11am, so I was about to go to bed. But then, the phone rings, and Daddykins answers. One of my (and my dad’s) friends, who I see almost every Thursday has had a heart attack. Could this day possibly get any worse?
I go to bed, and lie there until about 7PM. I get up, and decide it’s far too late to do anything at all. Too late to get ready and go out, and too late to do anything of any merit whatsoever. So, I switch on my computer and enter #speccy. Yes, it’s almost 7 years now, but I still frequent that very same chat room. Someone who was kicked out of there a year or two back showed up again, and killed the conversation for the entire night. Oh, goody. So, not only was I in the house on my own, I had nobody to “talk” to.
I spent the night writing DVD’s, as the hard drive on my main machine was starting to get full.
Daddykins returned at about 11PM and ordered a chinese. He was the bearer of even more bad news. Another one of my friends, who I used to drink in the Queens with (but hadn’t spoken to for a couple of years now) had died on Tuesday. I couldn’t wait for this shitty day to end. So, after being awake for no more than 7 hours, I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I awoke at 5AM, which is now exactly three hours ago. And, if you want to know what I’ve been doing since then, check the posting below.
I can’t wait to see what fun and games will be waiting for me in the next 16 hours.
