Thursday 27 November 2003
It's raining this morning. It's also pretty wet inside my house. I'd decided on a bath before bed, last night, as I often do ... however, after hearing strange noises from upstairs I realised that I'd forgotten all about the running taps. The carpet was very wet last night. It's still very wet this morning and is still in the bath after last night's attempt to drain some of the water away. I'm wondering what the point of an overflow is if it can't cope with an overflow.Wednesday 12 November 2003
I've used online shopping to save me the hassle of going to supermarkets and, in general, I've had no real problems. Well, apart from last time when someone else's groceries were delivered. Fortunately, I realised before the delivery van left and was able to claim my own shopping. Oh, and tonight. My delivery slot was between five and seven. At 7:10 I started to wonder whether there'd been a mistake with the order, so I checked the e-mailed confirmation. I had the right time and even the right date. At 7:30, the van driver rang to say he was lost. That may have had something to do with him not having my full address. The driver was lucky in that he was talking to someone with a great skill for giving clear directions. Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky ... the person who filled the plastic bags with my shopping doesn't appear to know that Quorn burgers aren't the same thing as spicy bean burgers. Or that Quorn nuggets aren't the same as vegetable grills. I'm left with the impression that Asda are in possession of a Quorn mountain.Tuesday 11 November 2003
Just having a cup of coffee before I go to bed; I've been to Luce's tonight and haven't been home long. After fixing a broken kitchen unit, I thought we deserved a pint and so we went round her local, the Alex. The pub had changed quite a lot since I'd last been there; hardly surprising I suppose since I've not been in there since the 80s when it was a cool place to be ... needless to say, it isn't remotely cool nowadays. One important change is that the bar is now frequented almost wholly by persons engaged in espionage; well, at least by the two old drunks sitting in the corner who claimed to be spies. It would explain the fact that we couldn't understand a word from one of them ... he was allegedly a Russian spy so obviously wasn't speaking English. It was all very Deighton-ish ... ok, so it wasn't at all.Monday 10 November 2003
I'm fucked off tonight. I got home from work a few minutes ago and, while closing the kitchen blind, knocked my 'micromart' mug off the worktop. I bought that mug at a Computer Shopper show in Olympia in 1993 (it was the xmas show). It'd survived a divorce (cups tend to get smashed), two house moves and many previous falls onto the floor. Unfortunately the kitchen floor tiles were too much for it. I just had a cup of coffee, using my reserve Dr Who mug, but it didn't taste the same. Fuck.Sunday 9 November 2003
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