My neighbours have got a pool in their back garden. Their little boy was just shouting "Eugh, I've got piss in my ear. There's piss in my ear!" Lovely.

No.

I spent the day wandering round Covent Garden, in the beautiful sunshine. I went quite early, it was quiet and very pleasant. I spent a long time in one shop, and when I came back out the tourists had arrived. Bah. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with tourists per se, I do get intensely irritated when they leave their common sense at home and decide that the pavement is a picnic ground. Apart from that, I had a good day, picked up some supplies and a present for a friend. I'm just surprised at how long I was out!

My new phone is shiny. It took some getting used to, since I've only ever had Nokia phones before. The only thing that's bothered me about it so far is not being able to turn off the shutter noise on the camera. Which really isn't that big a deal. I switched from O2 to Orange, since they were offering the same pay as you go deal as I had, plus free Facebook access which is nice, as is Orange Wednesdays. We were going to see Terminator: Salvation yesterday, but we left it a bit late and it seemed the whole of Enfield was in the queue getting 2 for 1 cinema tickets. D'oh!

So now I'm just relaxing in front of the tv, contemplating a quick pedicure before heading out and meeting Mike to go and be weighed. I think I've lost a lot in the past week, I'm not going to jinx myself by guessing how much though. Then we'll head to the cinema again, even though we'll both have to pay for tickets now. Boo. But we both want to see it now, not in a week, so oh well.

I found this poor little guy at the side of Chase Court Gardens. I wonder who he belonged to, was he lost or abandoned? It seemed so sad and a bit funny so I thought I'd preserve him forever here.

7 years, 5 months, 12 days, 9 hours and 27 seconds. Is that specific enough for you, LiveJournal?

moar funny pictures

There are still 7 present spots available. Anyone welcome. I don't mind where you are, I'll post anywhere. And as for reposting, don't worry about having to spend loads of money on presents. A post card would count, or a letter, or anything! Spread the love people!

Anybody want to go see this with me sometime soon, like in the next week or two?
Standing tickets from £15, more info here.

Pay It Forward: I will send a present to the first TEN people who leave a comment here on my LJ. Now- according to MY rules, the gift can, and will, be anything that I think will suit you. You will receive it within 365 days of this post. The only agreement you have to make is that in return for a gift, you MUST "pay it forward" by making a similar agreement on your livejournal or blog. Remember, it doesn't have to be anything big or expensive, just a friendly gesture :)

So, leave a comment with your email address so I can find out your address when I'm ready to send you your present :)

Mike has convinced me to Twitter again (I didn't take much convincing, I've just been lazy with updating really.) Do any of you Twitter? My username there is also doaflip, feel free to add me :)

 

Remember when I said I was watching Spaced as research? I really meant it!

 

I'm watching Spaced.
It's research, honest. 

The man in the flat below me is using some kind of power tool, sounds like a saw,  on his patio at quarter to eight in the evening. Why? What kind of diy emergency could be so bad that it can't wait until tomorrow during the day when everyone is out, or the weekend?
The upstairs neighbours are stomping around on their lovely laminate flooring that clearly has no underlay. I want to move now. *sigh*

The crappy soundcard in the new mythbox has crapped out again, so I'm listening to music on my macbook. Maybe lots of loud rock will reach the downstairs neighbour through the sawing noise and annoy him enough to go inside.

It's not all bad though. Mike is on his way home from Manchester, and I have some cinnamon and vanilla simmering on the stove making the flat smell yummy. I'm feeling very energetic and creative, along with the grumpiness. I want to go bake. Maybe after work tomorrow, I'll make Mike a cake to relieve my stress from a day of rude customers. Something with cinnamon in.

 Oy. Because if you're going to send poison choccies, it's much easier to find them in the shops, right? No faffing around in the kitchen, making sure you get just the right amount of deadly materials without spoiling the taste.
I think the FDA website has given me brain and eye cancer. Sorry Lyz, looks like I won't be sending you any Bounty bars at the moment.

I just need to vent, I had a bit of a bad day.
I stopped to pet the neighbours cat this morning (super affectionate kitty,) and the bus was early so I missed it. If the kitty hadn't been so darned cute I would've been on time for work. Someone didn't show up for work, and so "the plan" was messed up. It was crazy busy, and customers were just being complete pricks, or incredibly dense, or both. It took me so long to get any work done, and I felt a bit guilty about leaving so much for the few people left to do that I stayed for a bit, getting even more stressed. It's so horrible to be stuck in the middle of a swarm of idiots who seemingly think its ok to ignore or push you because you're wearing a uniform. And I really mean a swarm of people, none of them have any courtesy toward each other so there ends up with a group of self-centered prats blocking two aisles and the main aisle of the store. I did some shopping when I finished my shift and some twat tried to push in in the queue, I missed two 85's to go home because some stupid man with a pram was walking in the middle of the pavement, instead of on one side.
To top it all off, I made myself a cup of tea when I got home, and accidentally kicked it over. *sigh*

I'm glad to have gotten that out. It's badly worded, and I keep making typos, but who cares? I'm going to have a hot bath, and snuggle up on the sofa with my latest cross stitch and watch some SG1. Then all will be right with the world. Unless there's no hot water for a bath, then I'll just cry.

Is it pissing you off too? I'm just sick of hearing about it.

 I want more snow :(

So, if you go to Craftster.org and scroll through the hot new projects, you'll see my fruit = poo piece! Wow!
It may well not be there anymore if you decide to go look, but I took a screen shot as evidence. I was just that excited!
I know it's just a little cross stitch on a website, but I feel successful.