The Jenny has landed!

Jenny arrived for a fun weekend of decorating debauchery this afternoon. We have had a whirlwind tour of all the home decoration/furnishing within range. Hence my update at this late hour! More can be read here.

Earlier in the day I got an email from Sandy congratulating me on the house purchase, and listing a whole heap of worries that she has. I tried to call her (a bazillion times, I've been fretting, and I lost my shit), and in the end realised that she just doesn't want to talk to me. So I sent her an email response, saying that I wanted to talk to her, but clearly she didn't want to talk to me, I also answered each of her points in her email. I also asked her to stop stressing about the future, one of the things I learnt from Veronica all that time back (I do wonder how she is doing some times), and told her that worrying about the future/possible future pain also stops you being happy in the now, and pretty much guarantees you can't be happy in the future.

Finally, I texted her to ask her to at least read the email.

I got an text this evening saying she was 'out and about', but that she would read the email when she was able to this evening.

Pub.

I tried to speak to Sandy a few times today, but no joy was had. I'm pretty sure she is just not answering her phone to me. Now the paranoia is really getting going!

On a more positive note, I went to the pub with Dermot and Phil this evening an a had a great time trying to guilt trip them into coming to my new home this weekend and helping out at the painting party. Phil is out of town at a gig in Reading, so will be unable to attend, but did say he would be happy to help out in the evenings for the rest of the week. Dermot is however available, but made it quite clear he would rather die than turn up and paint my house for me! Obviously I laid it on thick for him, and we shall see this weekend if it did me any good.

Just in case I came across as a manipulative bastard, this is the nature of the relationship between Dermot and I, we both bitch and complain when asked to do anything, but we help each other out in the end, what else are mates for? :)

Anti-climactic...

Read all about the first night shenanigans here!

I'm, still freaking about Sandy, I'm still being avoided, but I have to get on and cope with other stuff right now.

House!

The house has landed! The house has finally arrived, it now belongs to me.

Worried.

Today I have been worrying about Sandy, she's not answering the phone, and my natural paranoid state is asserting itself, I'm starting to think that the reason she was crying outside a doctor's surgery is because she is sick, or he had been beaten up, or, or ,or, etc...

In other news, I sent out an e-mail, requesting that just about everyone I have ever met, turn up this weekend and help out with the painting party. I will be supplying food and drink. And all comers will be removed from 'The List'. The list being my imaginary list of people to seek revenge of one day, one of my comedy basics is telling people they are on the list for any slight (and often imaginary) contravention. So this would be an ideal way of buying themselves an amnesty. :)

Sandy...

Well Sandy didn't turn up. Things have been a tad hectic of recent and as a result I have been unable to update so often, and I haven't got time to read though my recent posts to find out what I have told you... So let me fill you in a on a little background. Sandy used to live with a bloke who was an astounding shit of a man. So big a shit in fact, that he just stopped paying their rent for several months (She paid the bills, he paid the rent was the arrangement), and she didn't know about the missed payments until the land lord came around after three months and asked for his cash!

Thus she was evicted, and her shit of an ex-partner pissed off to his mother's place and left Sandy in the shit, holding the can with his debt. Since then, she has been staying at friends' places or on her father's sofa. Being the principled type she is, she is paying back the money to the landlord for the missing rent before she tried to save up for a place of her own.

So why am I telling you this? I said to Sandy, that as a 'friend' she could move in with me, until she found herself in a more stable position. I explained that I was not asking her to 'move in' with me, we have after all, only been an item for a couple of months, so that would be pretty hyper-accelerated in terms of relationship movement. I also said that when she moved out, it would not be a step backwards in our relationship, but more a step backwards to something more in tune of where we should be.

End result: Sandy has been freaking out about this ever since, we have discussed it a few times, but it is all very complicated. Obviously! Isn't life complicated?

Anyway, earlier today. I spoke to sandy, she was clearly stressed, she said she was sat outside her doctor's office. Being me, I told her to head on over, and that I would look after her. At the end of the conversation she burst into tears, then said she was going to be OK, said goodbye and hung up.

Back to this evening, I had lots of running around to do this evening and was really disappointed when Sandy texted me to say she was not coming. She offered no explanation, other than to say she had had a bad day, needed to do some thinking, and not to worry.

Her Valentine's Day card and prezzie will wait.

Happy birthday to me!

What a great day today has been.

I had a lay in (almost).

Sandy arrived, and I got to introduce her to the kids. I was a bit worried about this, but Murray thinks she is great because she can kick his ass at Tekken, and Angel thinks she is great because she is a girl like her, and she is daddy's girlfriend so she must be great. That was a relief!

I then I cooked up a huge lamb roast for us all. And I got to experiment with cooking marrow of all things. I used to love marrow as a kid, and I haven't had it in years. When I saw it in the supermarket, I thought it would be a wonderful little birthday treat for me.

While I was finishing up on the cooking and serving the food, the rest of the gang popped off to the supermarket (because we were out of Diet Coke, wink wink), and would you believe it, when the main course was finished, the kids and Sandy disappeared for a while, and came back with a big chocolate birthday cake. (I did a very good impression of a very surprised person!) Unfortunately, there was an accurate number of candles on the top of the cake, so the smoke alarm went off! :)

We then went for a walk in the park. Which was a very (very very) bad plan on my part, as it was already cold, but factoring in the wind chill, it turned out to be about -6 Degrees Kelvin!*

I also got my paintings back from the Siren. (Yay!)

After I dropped of the kids to their new home, I went back to Sandy, who was already waiting in bed to give me another birthday prezzie! :)

And I have just got back from the Waterloo, having dropped her off, since she has to babysit for her cousin this evening.

With any luck she will be back tomorrow, assuming nothing unexpected comes up.

All in all a good day, I'd say.

* Yes, I know this is technically impossible, it was a humourous aside.

A Change in the Fundamental Behaviour of the Universe

Although today is my birthday, there has been a strange twisting in the space-time continuum.

I have looked long and hard at my instrument readings (which may have looked a lot like me surfing this Intar-web-net-thing), and the only noticeable difference (apart from six missing charmed quarks about half an astronomical unit or so from Alpha Centauri) is that I have miraculously become only 25 once again... Sweet!

Happy birthday to me.