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Feb. 6th, 2011 09:37 pmI'm having moments of broodiness, which you know, bit of a waste of time. Hmm. In the pub yesterday there was a beautiful 7month baby girl, pretty little thing - and they'd pierced her ears. I'm almost speechless with how apalled I was. Who can do that to a baby so young? Why would anyone do that to a baby so young? Why aren't there restrictions preventing it? I hate it.
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The evening yesterday was ok. It was a meeting for the first time in months with 'friends' who've behaved quite oddly lately (the ones who let themselves into P's home and pottered in the kitchen for 25 minutes before even coming to say hello; the one who turned the lights off and plunged us into darkness when she wanted us to leave 90 minutes into an evening, the one who didn't come out on my birthday because she didn't want to go to the restaurant, oh and the one who told me repeatedly she had seen the whole of season 6 of SPN, right to the finale as she had 'connections' even though it hasn''t yet been filmed!)
Anyway. I wasn't really looking forward to it because of how fraught things have been lately, but a group of went for a meal first (we asked everyone, only 3 of us went though), so we 3 were there at 5pm, had a good meal and a lovely time.. then as 8pm approached we all got more and more on edge! The 'odd pair' arrived at 8.15, dressed identically and behaved... well, they were okay I suppose. It was a better evening than anticipated, but still there was little to no interest in us, more of a monologue about them and their opinions, but it was ok.
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I had my boiler serviced Friday - I had Dad come round to act as a buffer between me and the strange man in my house, ended up more stressed than ever because there weer workmen appeared directly outside my house at 8.30 digging up the road and shouting etc, which is allowed, but was preventing me putting my rubbish out and making me feel trapped - then the man and Dad arrved and I was so fizzy and tense I didn't know what to do with myself - Dad couldn't understand it "But you deal with rapists and murderers every day?" - Not in *my* space I don't!
Anyway, boiler man was fine, but boiler is not. It needs more work - which I have abdicated all responsibility for and arranged for a day I am at work so Dad can handle it in its entirety. The bizarre thing was, the boiler man's wife phoned the next day to tell me the price of the part and arrange the work - and we ended up talking for 35minutes! 33 of which were about anything but the boiler - ie things such as where she hid her chocolate and my reaction to caffeine. And it was only at about minute 28 that I started to think she should go away now. Odd.
Unhappily boiler is going to cost me around £200, which I don't have. Parental loan looming.
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Oh and I'm gasping for a week off at work and trying to accept the fact that I am timetabled in for groups until the end of 2013, which feels crushing. (Obviously I can have leave before then, but not for 5 weeks. Which oh dear, the hardship! - I know I am lame.)
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The evening yesterday was ok. It was a meeting for the first time in months with 'friends' who've behaved quite oddly lately (the ones who let themselves into P's home and pottered in the kitchen for 25 minutes before even coming to say hello; the one who turned the lights off and plunged us into darkness when she wanted us to leave 90 minutes into an evening, the one who didn't come out on my birthday because she didn't want to go to the restaurant, oh and the one who told me repeatedly she had seen the whole of season 6 of SPN, right to the finale as she had 'connections' even though it hasn''t yet been filmed!)
Anyway. I wasn't really looking forward to it because of how fraught things have been lately, but a group of went for a meal first (we asked everyone, only 3 of us went though), so we 3 were there at 5pm, had a good meal and a lovely time.. then as 8pm approached we all got more and more on edge! The 'odd pair' arrived at 8.15, dressed identically and behaved... well, they were okay I suppose. It was a better evening than anticipated, but still there was little to no interest in us, more of a monologue about them and their opinions, but it was ok.
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I had my boiler serviced Friday - I had Dad come round to act as a buffer between me and the strange man in my house, ended up more stressed than ever because there weer workmen appeared directly outside my house at 8.30 digging up the road and shouting etc, which is allowed, but was preventing me putting my rubbish out and making me feel trapped - then the man and Dad arrved and I was so fizzy and tense I didn't know what to do with myself - Dad couldn't understand it "But you deal with rapists and murderers every day?" - Not in *my* space I don't!
Anyway, boiler man was fine, but boiler is not. It needs more work - which I have abdicated all responsibility for and arranged for a day I am at work so Dad can handle it in its entirety. The bizarre thing was, the boiler man's wife phoned the next day to tell me the price of the part and arrange the work - and we ended up talking for 35minutes! 33 of which were about anything but the boiler - ie things such as where she hid her chocolate and my reaction to caffeine. And it was only at about minute 28 that I started to think she should go away now. Odd.
Unhappily boiler is going to cost me around £200, which I don't have. Parental loan looming.
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Oh and I'm gasping for a week off at work and trying to accept the fact that I am timetabled in for groups until the end of 2013, which feels crushing. (Obviously I can have leave before then, but not for 5 weeks. Which oh dear, the hardship! - I know I am lame.)
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