Nicked this totally from Beautifu1
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Your Birthdate: June 24 |
 You understand people well and are a natural born therapist. A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around. You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you. You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people. Your strength: Your devotion Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness Your power color: Lilac Your power symbol: Heart Your power month: June |
Utterly disconnected. Has anybody ever read any Marie Darrieussecq? I was bored last night (Mr A playing Civ again, useful excuse not to write THE NOVEL) so I decided to revisit a few french weirdnesses.
Tra la. Tee hee. Am off to Scotland in two days time, on Bernie’s Hen Night. Bernie is Mr A’s sister in law (but Mr A’s brother is no more, otherwise she would obviously be a bigamist). So Glasgow here we come. Mr A is all doom and gloom, and keeps telling me how dangerous it is. Bernie is from there, and Giana grew up there, and as I have told him, I have been halfway around the world on my own so am not a complete idiot (only a little bit…). I have never been to Scotland, shamefully, mainly because it is just up the road. Like Ireland, or the Isle of Man. Never been to them either. (though did go to Wales once and it rained for 2 weeks without a break).
Was a very mixed weekend. Friday night Mr A decided to invite Jess over to console her for recent breakup…which meant Saturday morning running about like headless chicken, trying to pack and get going- as airbed pump for bed needed connector…kept saying it wouldn’t blow up, special connector required…….after detour via Asda, new bed and pump purchased…..arrived in London at about 5.00, dinner with parents….Little potter around Dalston, where Mr A falling in love with the luminous zoot suits in Nigerian wedding shops, fortunately they were closing!
Off we go…tomorrow morning off to London for the Trial by Parent Part 2………Delivery of small child to grandparents included.
Small child needs to be scrubbed and befrocked, and everyone on best behaviour…never sure I can guarantee that from either M____ or Mr A. Back again on Sunday, for a week of ‘liberty’, though unfortunately do have to go to work……then back again next weekend to get small child back! feel like giant yoyo!
Back to my normal maudlin territory now……24th of May today, so a month’s countdown to the big 4-0 and the life of blue rinses and crimplene that await me………
Mr Spicy Cauldron has set me a meme challenge as I am apparently a miserable old goth-bat…..
“Now, I have a meme for you to start off. I’m calling it Write Me Happy. You have to write a post that ONLY contains references to the things in your life that make you happy, contented, fulfilled, etc etc. NO NEGATIVES. Tell the world some good stuff in your life. At least two decent paragraphs. No one-liners. No snappy sentence and that’s it. “
Hmmmmm. All this doom and gloom might just be the prospect of impending doom. On Saturday have to take M_____ down to London for half-term, as I don’t get the holidays basically. So she will spend them being spoilt rotten by my parents. As the trains have now abandoned all pretence of pretending to work as soon as school holidays hove into view, Mr A and I are driving her down on Saturday. Cue bizarre phone call from mother telling us not to arrive early, as they are going to Enfield Pageant. Why? Express bewilderment. Is after all my childhood home so am not likely to get lost, and above all, I have the keys….I also have several friends in close proximity if bored and evidently know all the neighbours……never mind, is my mother.
Don’t know what’s up with me. For the last couple of weeks have been fighting the urge not to get up in the mornings, I have just been really down. The black dog of depression is again sitting on my shoulder and yapping into my ear. (and no, I am NOT pre-menstrual…)
GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
There you go. I am just going to have a little rant now. Had a job interview this morning. To work in a library, which sounds like a life of blissful serene zen-ness compared to what I do now. Seemed to go quite well as well, they even asked me about books, and things I was interested in. Seemed to go down well. Except the point when my present employer rang me in the MIDDLE OF THE INTERVIEW. They had apparently ‘forgotten’ about it and wondered where I was.
