Start the day as you mean to go on...
Or not. Since in this case I woke at the crack of dawn with a scorching hangover, I think you might agree, not something worth extending or continuing for the rest of the day.
Both J and I were bitter, twisted, and evil shadows of our former selves. J had spend most of the night in the bathroom, not being sick thankfully, but not being too well either.
Whilst I was constantly woken with dreams of being an estate agent in Jamaica, showing properties to my mate D, all of which were abysmal, one where you even had to climb between the front door frame and the wall to get in, in the basement of a tower block. Lord alone knows what dream analysts would make of that one!
At 10AM we both headed off to the place I'm buying, so that we could measure up and J could give me some ideas on decor and furniture arrangement. It was really good fun, we started the day with light hearted bickering like a married couple and then carried on with the same tone for the rest of the day.
After we had done the measuring up, we headed off to Brent Cross as J needed to buy a couple of things for her father for Christmas. While we were there, we had some pizza from the buffet at Pizza Hut, obviously I ate too much, but then nothing is new there. :)
We had a good look around in John Lewis', J was good with the ideas on the home front. We have decided that Red/Gold for the master bedroom with a wrought iron bed would be nice, and a brown/beige/leather/suede for the living room would be cool. Kitchen looks to be going in a green direction, and the bath in the bathroom is going to be made much larger, since there is so much room there. Oh and the guest bedroom and the fitted office have to swap places.
There has been news as regards the home purchase, which you can find here.
When we got back, I introduced J (now JG) to J (now JH) my other friend who runs the shop round the corner from me. They are both learning Spanish, so they had a little natter to each other while I looked on like a dumb fool. :)
I walked JG down to the bus station so she could start the journey home, and on the way she said how cool it was that I had introduced her to JH, she really liked him, which was really nice to know.
I headed back up to JH's shop and chatted to him for a few hours until he closed shop and headed for home himself. He's lost enthusiasm for the plan to convert the shop , I think he's getting the blues a little, I tried to enthuse him, but obviously I backed off before I started to sound like a broken record. JH also said how much of a breath of fresh air JG had been, and how he thought she was a really nice person. Cool, it's nice when friends from disparate parts of your life meet, and immediately get on with each other.
Yesterday when I was chatting with JH about my car, we covered the topic of the front windscreen washer jets. These need replacing on my car, they seem to have clogged up and are pretty much useless, unless I'm sat at the lights and the car is not moving. I joked that I should replace them and get some that light up when you switch on the light for the car. JH wasn't sure whether I was taking the mick or not, so he got me some of them. Luckily I was out in the car with JG so he didn't get the fit them. I've told him to fit them, but he must add an extra switch so that I can just turn them on for fun. It would be toooooooo embarrassing if they were switched on all the time!
All the while that the rest of the day was taking place, I completely forgot I had planned for an Estate Agent to drop by my place, so I had to get very apologetic later on the phone to him.
Talking of the phone, it never stopped ringing all bloody day long. Calls from the estate agent, my solicitor, my accountant, the mortgage brokerage. Not to mention LOADS of calls from various employment agencies.
On top of that I was being badgered to accept the low paid job on the other side of London, and after I had explained my position as regards the cash, the agent in question had a tax specialist from an accountancy firm contact me, to see if there was a way they could rearrange my accounts so that I could squeeze my bottom line out of the £400/day the client was willing to pay. Lots of emails were sent back and forth, and mucho chatto was done, the end result being that I agreed to head home at some point and read the documents this evening and get back to the agent tomorrow. (Phew!) Lots of pressure to sign!
As a steady background to all of the above, I received a number of texts from Crazy Lady, saying that she had finally got to work today, "thanks for the flowers, they are dead", "I'm ill, I've gone home", "The flowers were dead", "I couldn't take the flowers home", "I'm really ill I can't see you this weekend". All to be expected really, I just didn't bother responding to any messages with a negative connotation.
I mean, who the fuck says, "Thanks for the present" and follows it with, "It had died"? Isn't that the same as, "Thanks for the horse, but its teeth are looking a little shitty"? Gift horses and mouths anyone?
And what bullshit anyway, since when did flowers die in two fucking days. Such nonsense. I'll leave her to her own devices until she gets back to me. She really is a fucking mentalist, either that or she thinks I'm a thick as pig-shit. If she wasn't so goddamn sexy I'd have given her the push long ago. :)
Happy days! :D Who'd have thought I could be busy WITHOUT a job?
Both J and I were bitter, twisted, and evil shadows of our former selves. J had spend most of the night in the bathroom, not being sick thankfully, but not being too well either.
Whilst I was constantly woken with dreams of being an estate agent in Jamaica, showing properties to my mate D, all of which were abysmal, one where you even had to climb between the front door frame and the wall to get in, in the basement of a tower block. Lord alone knows what dream analysts would make of that one!
At 10AM we both headed off to the place I'm buying, so that we could measure up and J could give me some ideas on decor and furniture arrangement. It was really good fun, we started the day with light hearted bickering like a married couple and then carried on with the same tone for the rest of the day.
After we had done the measuring up, we headed off to Brent Cross as J needed to buy a couple of things for her father for Christmas. While we were there, we had some pizza from the buffet at Pizza Hut, obviously I ate too much, but then nothing is new there. :)
We had a good look around in John Lewis', J was good with the ideas on the home front. We have decided that Red/Gold for the master bedroom with a wrought iron bed would be nice, and a brown/beige/leather/suede for the living room would be cool. Kitchen looks to be going in a green direction, and the bath in the bathroom is going to be made much larger, since there is so much room there. Oh and the guest bedroom and the fitted office have to swap places.
There has been news as regards the home purchase, which you can find here.
When we got back, I introduced J (now JG) to J (now JH) my other friend who runs the shop round the corner from me. They are both learning Spanish, so they had a little natter to each other while I looked on like a dumb fool. :)
I walked JG down to the bus station so she could start the journey home, and on the way she said how cool it was that I had introduced her to JH, she really liked him, which was really nice to know.
I headed back up to JH's shop and chatted to him for a few hours until he closed shop and headed for home himself. He's lost enthusiasm for the plan to convert the shop , I think he's getting the blues a little, I tried to enthuse him, but obviously I backed off before I started to sound like a broken record. JH also said how much of a breath of fresh air JG had been, and how he thought she was a really nice person. Cool, it's nice when friends from disparate parts of your life meet, and immediately get on with each other.
Yesterday when I was chatting with JH about my car, we covered the topic of the front windscreen washer jets. These need replacing on my car, they seem to have clogged up and are pretty much useless, unless I'm sat at the lights and the car is not moving. I joked that I should replace them and get some that light up when you switch on the light for the car. JH wasn't sure whether I was taking the mick or not, so he got me some of them. Luckily I was out in the car with JG so he didn't get the fit them. I've told him to fit them, but he must add an extra switch so that I can just turn them on for fun. It would be toooooooo embarrassing if they were switched on all the time!
All the while that the rest of the day was taking place, I completely forgot I had planned for an Estate Agent to drop by my place, so I had to get very apologetic later on the phone to him.
Talking of the phone, it never stopped ringing all bloody day long. Calls from the estate agent, my solicitor, my accountant, the mortgage brokerage. Not to mention LOADS of calls from various employment agencies.
On top of that I was being badgered to accept the low paid job on the other side of London, and after I had explained my position as regards the cash, the agent in question had a tax specialist from an accountancy firm contact me, to see if there was a way they could rearrange my accounts so that I could squeeze my bottom line out of the £400/day the client was willing to pay. Lots of emails were sent back and forth, and mucho chatto was done, the end result being that I agreed to head home at some point and read the documents this evening and get back to the agent tomorrow. (Phew!) Lots of pressure to sign!
As a steady background to all of the above, I received a number of texts from Crazy Lady, saying that she had finally got to work today, "thanks for the flowers, they are dead", "I'm ill, I've gone home", "The flowers were dead", "I couldn't take the flowers home", "I'm really ill I can't see you this weekend". All to be expected really, I just didn't bother responding to any messages with a negative connotation.
I mean, who the fuck says, "Thanks for the present" and follows it with, "It had died"? Isn't that the same as, "Thanks for the horse, but its teeth are looking a little shitty"? Gift horses and mouths anyone?
And what bullshit anyway, since when did flowers die in two fucking days. Such nonsense. I'll leave her to her own devices until she gets back to me. She really is a fucking mentalist, either that or she thinks I'm a thick as pig-shit. If she wasn't so goddamn sexy I'd have given her the push long ago. :)
Happy days! :D Who'd have thought I could be busy WITHOUT a job?
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