Tuesday, 22 February 2005

fancy that

I am, temporarily, all alone. And it's fab.

B has gone to do a reccy in a tram-shed in Stuttgart, for a show that is happening there in July as part of an arts festival, that involves one grain of rice for each person in the world.

R has gone on a three day rigging course in Birmingham, which apparently involved four hours on the M6 due to an overturned lorry.

They left home this morning respectively at four-thirty and seven.

I rolled out of bed at half-past nine.

I bimbled round all day.

For tea, I ate a whole box of Mr Kipling's French Fancies (which have DEFINITELY got smaller since I used to have them on a Saturday afternoon at my Granny's) and six raisin and lemon mini-pancakes from the Co-Op.

And now, my incredibly high blood-sugar and I are going to bed early with a cup of chamomile tea.

Admittedly I have also started sorting out the finance for a flat/office combo we want to have a stab at buying on Monday ... which is a) not very far ahead and b) scary bananas, as I've never bid for a property before and I don't want to die in a car crash coming back from the auction like Helen Baxendale in Cold Feet.

I have arranged for B's dad, Vic to come with me and to hit me on the back of the head with half a brick in a sock when I get to our limit, as unfortunately B and R are otherwise engaged.

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